The Good Senator © Donna Rae Lands
Mr. Sanders-Feel the burn…
Hot as hell-never learns…
Communism was his hee-haw song…
Oh my, whatever could go wrong?
Let me see in my crystal ball of make-believe…
Sanders, tis the man with his gulag plans…
No rights for the peasant Walmart man…
Mr. Sanders-Feel the burn…
Hot as hell-never learns…
Money was the root and his desire drive…
Selfish is he…and riches were his honey hive…
Sanders went to Moscow to marry his bride…
Power drove him to side with his donkey hide…
Mr. Sanders-Feel the burn…
Hot as hell-never learns…
All he wants to do is take away freedoms from me and you…
Charity was never in his heart of blue…
One percent was all his pocket could depart…
He worked all his life for naught…
Because he was always government rot…
He can no longer make love to his wife…
He would rather stab his fellowman with his kirpan knife…
Mr. Sanders-Feel the burn…
Hot as hell-never learns…
His desire is evil power because deep down he’s just a pansy coward…
Everything that Bernie said…was that of the burning bed…
He had garlic breath disguised as mint…
It was just a cover to chase away his secret lover of stinky scent…
He had big dreams to make you crème…
Really it was his secret scheme…
He is the rapist…the rapist of mean…
Mr. Sanders-Feel the burn…
Hot as hell-never learns…
He hates one and all…
So heed the call…of his hate to cause America to fall…
Don’t trust that guy…
For all your freedom will fail and die
Justice delayed is justice denied…
Bernie is a dead soul walker…
And a blind man talker…
He smiles at you with his heart of Jew…
He comes as a demon on his hunters pursue…
Mr. Sanders-Feel the burn…
Hot as hell-never learns…
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