Melania can try to bring it back but she’s not ME
I set the pace, I call the shots, I mock and scorn and jeer
I’ve been uncivil as a man can be MY whole “career”
Now in MY bully pulpit I am increasing MY pace
My goal is to be uncivil to the whole “human” race.
It is not easy being snide each minute you’re alive
And mocking everyone you meet the minute they arrive
It’s hard to scorn with cruel intent from morning until night
But with the practice I put in each day turns out all right
MY uncivil abilities I now apply with ease
I treat each person that I meet like they have some disease.
And each day nose and tweets I thumb against those I oppose
Who dare to think they have the “right” to in MY land repose
Before I drive them out with force I mock them with derision
And lead MY Base at rallies in chants that widen division
You cannot fight the force of uncivility I spew
And if you try it won’t be long before it’s aimed at you.
As long as I am “President” “civility” is dead
I’ve stood it up against MY WALL and filled it full of dread
MY mockery of “others” grows more rabid every day
Despite pleas from Melania “decency” can’t hold sway
I’ll increase uncivility on both the left and right
To force what’s left of “dignity” to hide its face from light.
To force what’s left of “dignity” to hide its face from light.
28 June 2018
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