To Impeach or Not Impeach? That is the Question!
Dear Donald Trump and Fraulein Trump,
You both can kiss my royal rump;
And then, you can kiss my sweet little cheeks
Because I’ve been tortured for too many weeks!
A vote for Trump is a vote for the elite
While we have children out in the street
Who need healthy food and medical care —
A warm cozy bed and no lice in their hair!
They all need to shower so they can feel clean.
But, some of those children are hurting and mean!
They’re taking a drug that strips down their brain
And it sure isn’t beer, it’s much more insane.
I have not felt safe since you two have come in
While I was erased due to marital sin.
Now I’m shocked and appalled at our state of deception
As a mother of many…I have a conception!
Our morals are slacking, our women are sluts
Our men are all balding and have big, fat beer-guts.
But, back in the day they were handsome and rich
Grabbing asses and pussies! So, please let me bitch:
Some men are crooked, deceitful and greedy
And women? They all seem to be very needy!
Leaders chase after those cute little dishes
While mothers like me have quite a few wishes!
I wish men would stop being cowards with dicks!
Hiding sexual addictions behind “bate & switch” tricks.
I wish mothers like me had some legal defense
And our rulers and leaders used some damned common sense!
So, dear Mr. Trump, you are famous and wealthy
But it just doesn’t seem that our nation is healthy.
My children were taken by the very same state
That taught me to love, and then taught me to hate.
I once loved a man who is very like you.
He thinks he is handsome, and his children do, too!
But he’s greedy and fearful, and won’t let me talk
About why we divorced, because it might shock
The entire nation. Or, maybe it shouldn’t.
He couldn’t control it! He couldn’t! He couldn’t!
He’d come home each day and he’d rant and he’d rage
His very own home was his theater stage.
And, I was his target because he would blame
Me for his issues; yes, we played the “Blame Game”!
But it’s not his fault, we can all blame his mother,
And whoever it was who murdered his brother.
We can all blame his step-dad, an American vet
Whose sexual sins were as sick as they get.
We can blame little Jackie for driving home drunk
And wrapping himself around a tree trunk.
We can blame our own parents for leading the way.
Mine set an example of how one should pray!
Watch the news, read your bible, and drink down a beer
The world just might end, so let’s dance and cheer!
Did you hear of the woman who peed on potatoes?
Did you hear of the fires and the great big tornadoes?
What about penis fish washed up on the beaches?
What about lawyers who really are leeches?
If us moms were all rich, then who would be poor?
The poor? We are wealthy in talent and more
than that! We are wealthy in friends, not in money.
But, the rich have no empathy and that’s the truth, honey!
You talk in the millions and your change is in thousands
Your pennies are like dirt on the floor.
I’m so broke and in debt, I owe more than I’m worth
I wish I could pay for my own God-damned birth!
But, I’m buried in books; I’m buried in trauma.
I’m buried in heartache and a whole lot of drama.
I wish that my children would just sit a spell
And talk to their mama who’s gone through some hell.
But, their Daddy is fearful and says he’s afraid
of what he is hiding and the mess that we made.
It’s easier for him to point fingers at me
Then erase me completely and be happy and free!
But, I am not happy when I am squeezed dry
And it doesn’t fix anything to stay home and cry.
I am not happy when I turn on the news
And I realize I’m targeted just like the Jews
Were back in the day when Hitler caused fear
And we went into hiding ’cause the reaper was near!
So, here I am hiding away from my leaders
Who’ve treated me poorly, like a trashy white breeder.
I don’t get paid money for all of my love,
I don’t get paid money by some God from above.
The leeches want money, and that is a fact!
I don’t get paid money, even though I can act.
I can’t pay my bills, I can’t pay back my debt;
I haven’t made millions, at least not just yet.
But I have a story that might save millions of lives
‘Cause it’s about men and their “dangerous” wives.
I’ve been raped, so who hasn’t? At least I’m still here!
I’ve been beaten and tortured and filled up with fear.
I’ve held guns in my hand, I’ve looked death in the face
I’ve held babies and flowers with delicate grace.
I’ve had romance and sunsets worthy of books!
My life has been full, and I’ve had a few looks
At the options around me, I could shoot for the stars
I could slam back some whiskey and hit a few bars.
I could go to the Rose Bowl and take in a game.
But, I’m missing my children, and who is to blame?
I picked out a winner to save all the rest
Of the women from getting the best of the best!
My ex should be honored for cheating on me
It gave me a reason to get my degree
In English and wisdom, and politics and sex
For now I can laugh and say, “I wonder what’s next?”
We have Trump and that “Gump”,
Tom Hanks gets my thanks…I’ve already been on the news!
As a terrorist of sorts, in some really hot shorts
Dancing my ass to the Thriller!*
Someday I might find, if our leaders are kind
My hand being kissed by the Queen,
Or maybe the Pres, the Czar, and the Pope
And then I could tell them all about Hope.*
I could speak about Faith and Mercy and Grace
I could look in their eyes and see the Lord’s face.
I’ve already found God’s Love at my door
The only thing missing? I wanted some more!
It seems that the rich just get meaner and fatter
While the world attacks mothers, so it just doesn’t matter
That poor motherhood is on the decline
‘Cause stealing our babies is all very fine!
Why do we have children in the very first place
When we turn on the news and we watch the rat race
Of politics, violence, weapons and fear?
And then we start wondering why we’re all here!
So dear Donald Trump, please kiss my hand
And please say “I’m sorry” to the rest of this land.
But stay away from my pussy and ass!
Just show some respect and a little more class!
I could teach you some wisdom, I could teach you restraint
I could teach you decorum and how to say “ain’t”;
I could teach you forever, and read you some books!
But, I just cannot fix your butt-ugly looks!
- Once, I was on National television in a chicken outfit, “terrorizing” 40,000 University of Oregon Duck fans, dancing to Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” at Autzen Stadium to raise money for ShelterCare.
- Hope is a woman in Eugene, Oregon who lost custody of her children to her former abuser and then was tossed to the streets around the same time as Trump came into office and I lost custody of my own children to my former abuser. Hope became emotionally traumatized, despondent, delusional, and violently attacked another woman who was trying to help her. Her behavior may or may not been enhanced by drugs.
