Fool me once, yeah shame on you
Fool me twice that’s on me.

(sigh)
Alright. Alright.

Our Commander in Chief transformed a Task Force
To a two hour snoozefest nobody asked for
And the man behind the curtain, he needs his daily dose
Reality TV show host
Chock full of low blows
Cuz he just shouts down the straight talk
Evidently the buck stops nowhere
And eventually
Every journalist is nasty to him
Most especially when a female ask the questions
Hollow confidence.
That’s his tried and true response to go to
Take responsibility, he won’t
And though his daddy issues may protect his ego
Try as he might, the man knows he ain’t no Cuomo
Just the facts.
How hard can it be though
To stand behind Fauci
And just like Busta Rhymes said
From time to time just nod your fuckin’ head
He would still get the credit
But nah, our two hundred thirty nine quarter pounder president
Weeble wobbles to the mic on the regular
And can’t help but edit the facts into fiction
No rest for the wicked.
Soul like a coal mine
Snuffin’ out every canary
Intolerant to truth, and science has no sanctuary
Keepin’ up with the man’s lies, it makes me weary
I wish he’d say nothing. Like when he wasted February
Cemeteries.
So many bodies stackin’ up.
Folks that coulda been safe with just a little forethought
But priorities of those at the top was out of whack
Cuz they hesitated. Lives versus Nasdaq

Fool me once, yeah shame on you
Fool me twice that’s on me.
Oh you dance with devil, no he don’t change.
The Devil changes you

(you know what it is?)
(ready, okay!)
He’s like some kinda
Cheerleader con man, helluva sellout
Want him gone til November then he could get the hell out
How he make sure the luxury cruises get a bail out
When it’s grocery clerks and nurses fell out
And still twitter trolling?
(get the facts!)
While coast to coast and in between
ICUs they bustin’ at the seams
Anxious nations losin’ patience
While the hospitals keep losing patients
Maybe take a break from playing Blame Game against the Asians,
Maybe fund the test, this man disgraced the office of the presidency
Worse than Bill did in the Oval with his O face
(yeah, I remember that)

This novel corona virus.
This Covid-19, whatever you wanna call it.
I don’t wanna think about it.
Pretty sure I wanna drink about it
It’s got me stress cooking every night
The damn kitchen sink is crowded
But even before all this tragedy we already had that tangerine Jell-O jiggler
With his hands on the wheel of the country.
Is anybody really surprised that we’re swerving now?
When a bone breaks it heals back stronger.
But this virus recovery, that’s gonna take longer
And I’m not talkin’ about the Corona fever breakin
Or the stimulus bills’ too little too late’in.

When someone shows you who they are
Believe ‘em the first time.

Fool me twice that’s on me.