Flibbertigibett In A Flustery Fidget

P Paul Amrod Paul Amrod
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Flibbertigibbet in a flustery fidget Is twisting the truth with every digit Unfortunately nonfunctional is his gadget Defying his useless charismatic magnet Jumping on some ludicrous tactic Showing his logic is completely erratic Blowing his top acting quite impulsive Blatant comments so ugly and repulsive Causing an usually uncontrollable chaos Grounded in his most recent Russian payoffs Flying off miserably from his bloody cuff Attempting to lie about a clumsy bluff A screwed up base is a blessing in disguise Nonetheless it's inevitable his demise Maybe we will see him bite the bullet Like Silverstein as he said to pull it We should give him the benefit of the doubt Otherwise he will squeal, screech and pout Maybe he'll go back to the drawing board And sharpen his teeth and his bloody sword No wonder he is full of refute and defiance This is typical and so real rocket science Playing a game of golf, no pain, no gain Only a bunch of bogeys he will obtain Always seeming to be bent out of shape Avoiding the usual righteous red tape Apparently making all matters worse Turning the hands of a clock in reverse We'll be crossing the bridge when we come to it Upheaves his patience and he will have none of it Perfectly fit to add some insult to injury Destroying motivation and wasting energy Magically brainwashing with his altered reality Making tin soldiers as a general formality Dropping a drone as a secretive surprise Hoping no angels will suddenly arise Being berserk at what actually occurred Actions do speak much louder than words Birds of a feather seemed to flock together Release them all into a torrential weather. Maybe the deluge with gusts so thunderous will wake the vile, cruel and unscrupulous. No consideration with the drop of a hat will begin the rustling thoughtless tit for tat. Sending roses to the Nancy's buttercup won't conceal this obvious cover-up. Uncle Sam thinks every cloud has a silver lining but serendipity needn't begin with pining. Gagging the witness's with threats and intimidation leaves the truth untold with no true deliberation. Making solemnity a simple wild goose chase doesn't help his efforts to win the race. Living on extra time on very thin ice, never listening to some decent advice, has stranded him to try to dragoon all of the monkey and other baboons. Making themselves so laughably foolish while Melanie looks so terribly shrewish. Impeachment he takes with a grain of salt hence his arrogance and ignorance are at fault. So go ahead and throw caution into the wind Your adversaries will wrestle until you're pinned. Then you will visit the three ghosts of Ebenezer and land in a cold cell; the spiritual deep freezer.

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