AMERICA THE WALZ OF THE ANGELS
AMERICA THE WALZ OF THE ANGELS
He is funny offering honey sure of himself a smooth talker
Is he a bad man or an Angel? not much is known about this Walz.
Tim my lad, is onboard! and that’s for sure, waltzing like never before
He's going to bat, and he’s ready at that, is he a champion or just a cat
Is Trump hesitant to move? not cautiously getting ready for his attack
One by one hear the shouts, and the audience keeps going roundabout.
The Walz of the Angels! seems to be saying to them, te amo mi amor
Verse Two
A Don Rickles look alike, there on the podium, laughing with delight
Nonetheless, his foot is in the door, a vice president or maybe more.
Wait till the fat lady sings, let us save this Waltz he'll need it for sure
Twinkle twinkle little Walz, Donald will surely rip you with a name.
Behold America! there is your man, marching in this salvation band.
Well Still unknown, the people ask, does this man know all the facts
Charging straight into hell door Donald Trump will surely ask for more
It's much to do about nothing! the people’s game the Presidency eyesore
Into The Mist Poetry Vol 9
Kenvil Atkins Lewis for Timeless Poetry and Short Stories/ Raw Energy.
