Chev Barnum

Chev Barnum has a succulent seductive charismatic smile He will sucker you slowly down a proverbial country mile Never could imagine himself being a crooked helpless loser Now he is gazing at a felony served from an affluent accuser So proudly self-impressed with his magical photo gallery hung up in Instagram showing his miserly stolen salary. Ready to speak to Congress about his silly little circus Cleaning up the elephant's manure underneath the surface Connected with the oligarch who is extradited from Vienna Lost him with his walky-talky with a defect in his antenna Swimming with his sexy blonde down a step in south New York Stricken with nausea nevertheless ready to feast upon the pork Lost his case in the offices of a slovenly lethargic Big Apple mayor Creaming his pockets full of funds which seem to come from nowhere Mr. Prunes is a victim of an intriguing connection trying to dig up dirt Skyping a conversation and meeting with Victor will now begin to hurt A lawyer of competence will reveal this outrageous brutal hypocrisy stinking from hell to heaven as the Bolsheviks destroy democracy. Barnum always wanted to profit from being the ringleader and barker although Prunie's theory came from Vladimir's sinister scheme much darker. The crying souls who wander carrying their guilt with balls and chains will welcome members from the legions of the concrete jungle so urbane. Be that as it may my sarcasm is at the moment here now on display. I could care less whether these injurious fools ever feel a bit dismayed. Peeping on the punkie president may disrupt our cozy season of the turkey. Leafing through documents hidden from truth will clear away the murky. Hideous debauchery is innocent in relation to this narcissist's delusion Have your heard the punk has been invited to talk about illusion. The acrobats are flying from a rope-a-dope to a final dismal conclusion His road is hampered with bumps and bruises with a swelling contusion. Soon he will be wearing pin stripes accompanied with some bloody handcuffs. Maybe he should rearrange his rebuttal to be filled with a game of poker bluffs. Help us Chev with discovering the misery behind this wizard's evil curtain and regain your freedom and do service will be your method I am certain. Wasn't your brother in arms named after Stravinsky, Fyodorovich or maybe Igor? He is also there for squealing on the CEO like a swine, a witch or troubadour.