“The president’s a potty mouth,” a youngster claimed sincerely.
“He says words that would have me in time out.”
And so his mother answered him, because she loved him dearly,
“It’s not just words, it’s what they are about.”
She said he’d put some children just as young as him in cages
and separated parents far away.
He asked her, “What the hell is this, the fucking middle ages?”
She laughed her ass off for that whole damned day.
