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.