Only the Lunchable’s Untouchable
5.5.2024
The office is an oval
And the desk is Resolute
And on it
There’s a Lunchable
And a Juicy Juice to boot
He’s left it all a mess
This fool who sits behind desk
He’s sitting there feeling lost
And feeling mentally stressed
Wants to say he’s untouchable
But can’t think of the word
That he even feels untouchable
Proves he’s not just dumb
But completely absurd
In truth
He’s not untouchable
Just completely out of touch
Other than total damage
He really can’t do much
His head’s so far up his ass
He couldn’t pass a mental test
If the answers laid before him
On the Resolute desk
By the way
Which he disgraces
It’s historically blessed
But blessing it’s grace
With this historic buffoon
It’s like asking Edward Scissorhands
To hold your balloons
Like his drawers
And his Lunchable
He’s left this country a mess
As for being untouchable
If true justice still exists
The best things untouchable
Are all innocent kids
Untouchable
Unsniffable
With cuffs on his wrists
He’s a Mr. Magoo puppet
He’s completely unfit
Still he’s a sell-out and a traitor
Though he’s a complete half-wit
So justice eyes should see him
In a Gitmo outfit
Same for his clown administration
For the whole cabal lot
In orange coveralls
Holding numbers
While each take their mugshot
They deserve nothing less
But to watch as all they’ve stolen
Returned to pay for this mess
They watch through eyes
Crying and swollen
They deserve nothing less
So how’s the old fool feel
For selling out America
If he could
He wouldn’t care-ica
But he can’t
There’s nothing there-ica
He’d sit alone in his Gitmo cell
Still feeling untouchable
Still looking for that funny desk
Where he left his messy Lunchable
In irony
Not him now
But more the Lunchable
Only the Lunchable untouchable
And the innocent children
Of course
Now both untouchable and unsniffable
It would be a win-win all around
When the Constitutional Republic
Finally wins a round