The Child
Owen FitzGerald
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I don't want to satire Trump. Just want to see him satire I don't want to satire Trump. Just want to satire his friends I wish that Cool Hand Luke would descend from the clouds In a cast iron time machine He'd light an unfiltered cigarette, look me in the eye And scream, "are you not seeing what I'm seeing I hope my kid's first word is F*ck Donald Trump I hope my kid's second word is F*ck Donald Trump Their eyes roll back in the back of their heads They'll never finish the fiftieth egg I don't want to satire Trump, just want to satire his friends I don't want to satire Trump, just want to see him satire
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