Hail to the Chief


Give me Donald Duck over Trump.
Sorry,
I guess I'm the Scrooge.
Are we talking Hillary?
Nah, take it to the banks
since I'm the Fresh Prince.

When did voting become Russian Roulette?
Take a sec,
it was once vote or die.
But, that was revealed to be a lie.
Two parties,
how come I'm not invited?

The ballot is like heads or tails...

We decide, but New York is always blue.
Texas is red.
So, what's a body gonna do?
Everything changes,
everything stays the same.
I guess I must listen to Green Day,
and rant about my Boulevard of Broken Dreams.

Starting with the American Dream.

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