Goodbye Mr. President

When the restaurant you eat at,
Serves you food that looks like a used door mat,
Food that tastes like road kill,
Something you found at the foot of the hill,
You don’t go around and change your clientele,
Because the food in your restaurant has a bad smell,
You go into the kitchen and you fire the cook,
Or the chef or whatever you call that schnook,
The same applies with countries and nations,
When the situation stinks, you check the foundations,
You don’t replace the people, they are the dupes,
It is you that screwed up you don’t bring in the troops,
You get up and leave, no forwarding address,
Just go away and may god bless

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