Remembrances

By Cliff Lake

 

Remembrances

 

Remember that one time,

When it used to own a beauty pageant,  

And it would wander through the dressing rooms,

Like the hulking creep it is?

 

Remember that one time,

When it got fined 25 million dollars,

For laundering money through its casinos,

And then bankrupted them?

 

Remember that one time,

When it mocked a disabled person,

Exposing it as the playground bully it is,

And then it somehow got even worse?

 

Remember that one time,

When it stole money from children with cancer,

Had to dissolve its own charity,

And three of its kids can’t do charities anymore either.

 

Remember that one time,

It held rallies in town after town after town,

And it didn’t pay anybody,

And now it holds rallies in cow pastures?

 

Remember that one time,

It tried to overthrow an election,

But it failed miserably because it can’t plan for shit,

And it can’t do anything for itself?

 

Remember that one time,

That it stole documents from the National Archives,

Tried to hide them in a hotel basement,

And got its ass caught by the Department of Justice?

 

Remember that one time,

That the FBI went and retrieved secret documents from its hotel,

That it had lied to the DOJ about,

And then it whined like a little bitch about getting caught?

 

Remember all those times,

That it lied about every god damn thing possible,

Every time it opened its mouth,

Even about shit that didn’t really matter?

 

Remember that?

Wait until tomorrow…

 

Cliff Lake 8/16/2022

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

Location: 1100 S Ocean Blvd, Palm Beach, FL 33480, USA

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