A Popular President
My country 'tis of thee.
We all loved Reagan more
When he raised the speed limit,
Took money from the poor,
Gutted social services
And used the bucks for war.
The prettiest damned president
To use a couple combs
Assured us only Europe
Would be hit with bombs,
And solemn as a tomb
But with a boyish grin,
That in a nuclear holocaust
America would win.
5-31-14
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