Donald at the Bat – Day 1232, Trump Bible, Photo-op Blues

Day 1232, Trump Bible, Photo-op Blues

 

I got the Trump Bible, photo-op blues.

And everybody saw why on the news.

Donald waved me as a prop,

A prop in a photo-op.

Humiliated, just used as a ruse.

 

I got the Trump Bible, photo-op blues,

The sort of stuff that drives a man to booze.

When Trump held me upside down,

Bishops went into meltdown.

How come we never see Trump in church pews?

 

I’ve got the Trump Bible, photo-op blues.

It makes me sick that Donald Trump would choose

Just to wave me overhead,

Never reading what I said,

Trump’s hand on me gave me a burn and bruise.

 

I’ve got the Trump Bible, photo-op blues.

When Trump asked us, “What have you got to lose?”

Right wing Christians sang his praise;

Now it’s been twelve hundred days.

And there are hidden fees and costly dues.