Riled up

I been watchin’ on the TV
that there Prez’dent Trump.
Danged if he don’t rile me
fit to bust my silage pump.

Up there jawin’ every whichway,
like the piston on a Ford,
Danged if he don’t rile me
fit to use a cussin’ word.

I ought to turn the TV off,
just let it all go by,
but danged if he don’t rile me
fit to spit my apple pie.


 

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