mr. president

satirical

Hey you Mr. president

“You, grumpy old dog”

 

You opened your little teeth

Only to make a tad little squeal

You cunning old serpent

in your thought you made a hit

although all we heard from you was just pettish silly things

 

with your weak little paws

you preyed with your squinty eye

as you pounce like an old rat

all you did was hurt your claws

 

we young lions of now

we always made a roaring sound

even with your audio power

you can never make us cower

like an eagle in the sky

we soar with our wings wide

when we made a howling sound

we shake the powers in the ground

while all you do was trash around

like a dirty old cat

you bring your shoulders as high

as a peacock in its prime

though your legs knock together

at the weight of your heavy crimes

 

we rise,

we fly

like an owl in the sky

we are strong

and we bond

like turkeys in their world

 

we are the strength of the forest

we can never be apart

in the interest of your lies

we shall still stick together

Author's Note

ideas? feelings?