He has a megaphone for a mouth
Even when he doesn’t know
What he’s talking about.
Radical chief
Who lives with the belief
Other people he sees
Are always in need
Of the words he spouts
Whenever he shouts,
A propaganda Kungfu master
With his head full of rhetoric
As thick as plaster
Strutting around with big flat shoes
Ready to stomp on others
With alternative views
Needing only the big red nose
And clown outfit from head to toes
A port of john overflowing
With piss and vinegar from all his knowing,
His bullhorn announcing what he’s all about
An overflowing piss pot without a spout
He’s the man with a megaphone mouth
With very little intelligence coming out
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