It all came fast The vote was cast Most eyes did see Some refused to see
To the naked eye Relief to most, a sigh The fight it seems is over It’s time to cross over
He still keeps swinging And still keeps punching His peeps still measuring And kiss butts all cheering
I think of my soccer child hood Back in my old neighbor hood When the soccer leather ball Was not the thing for all
And there was always this kid In the midst of all our need Who will halt a great game Because he could not land his game
Yes, he owned the leather ball The highest end of a soccer ball Will grab his ball not on his grass If he did not get a pass
And we will follow begging Our fake hearts lending Just to be able to play On this God given day
My way or the high way Not for America, the way Cheer up old Brat boy Loosing is not a toy
2020 US Electios
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