They picked him very carefully as all the world can see.
He’s easy on the eye and with a great personality.
Those who went before him set the stage for what would come.
He’s like a phantom in the night; we ask, “Where is he really from?”
Oh how little did we know, he’d bring destruction in his wake.
No Robin Hood he is, from the rich he does not take.
He’s a banker’s friend; a corporate tool who’s sent us spiraling down.
He hails from a gangster’s paradise in a city called, “chi-town.”
He’s led us straight to hell and he’s smiled the journey long.
We crashed upon the rocks as though he’d sung the siren’s song.
What’s left is barren land and the poor are all but dead.
Those who could not lose, put a bullet through their head.
The serfs are drudging painfully as they keep the…
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