Who is it?
Better be something important!
What the hell!
It is time, jimmy.
They are knocking at your door.
The Swat team have arrived,
The FBI and IRS
Are out there as well,
In fact everyone came
It is your Birthday!
They thought they would pay
You a surprise visit today!
Surprise, it is Saturday.
May 20th,
Except there is no birth certificate
For you on file,
Because it is not your birthday
But simply a number on your
Fake ID.
Guess what?
It was noticed!
You don't have a real identification card.
Nor does your wife Teresa Maria,
Nor her two sons
The Barron boys.
In fact, you entire life
Has been a lie.
And today when you turn
Not 63 but already 66
They have decided to come
Knocking on your door!
How are you?
Is it a good day for you?
It would be nice if you
Were not hanging out
Between your open robe
But that is how you always had it
On your own fathers show,
Captain Kangaroo!
The little waterspout song
Finished with you showing
How it rains down from you....
Your father was never amused
Made sure he was the longest lasting kids show.
Unlike poor Mr. Trump
Who is being faced
With which door to go through
Like Martha Stewart before him
He is being accused of normalcy
At least for New York city
You know Jimmy
If you had pulled any of those
Fantasy things you once did
You would be shot!
They don't take kindly to kids
Anymore, the more messed up
The more likely to put them down.
You always stayed at the Hilton.
While you pretended to be poor.
Then you would get caught
Shoplifting or something.
Have to sit in the big room
Waiting for the guys with badges
To figure it out and
Then you would sell anyone
And everyone out
Including your own mother.
You killed her did you not?
She died of a massive heart failure.
You have been busy selling everything
Else you can form the smallest
Doll to the largest piece of furniture
Not charging a whole lot
But then you already made a killing
On all of those secrets of yours
Then there are those bank accounts
You conveniently captured
Make sure not big mafia boss
Has them nor a small time
Terrorist.
Who would walk down the street
In broad daylight with a gun?
Shot a grandma and her daughter
Both of whom are older than yourself.
If one did not know any better
One might think you were behind
Thes mass shootings, somehow
From the mental ward
That even you own father
Though you deserved.
Well Trump is being faced
With a choice of what door to choose
As if he is on a game show.
Should he go for the prison door?
Or the Oval office door,
Or just the one where he retires
To a nice island somewhere
There is no extradition to America
And all because he was smarter
Then you Jimmy.
You were never going to make it
In Hollywood nor Washington
Only you did not know that.
All those crazy ideas of how to get noticed
Kidnappings, High jackings
Plain robberies at the gas station
On the local museum
Not to mention all those
Cigarette sales
They are doing nowadays.
They claim they are getting them
From Mexico by the carton
And then selling them at half price
No Federal taxes nor state ones
Either are being paid.
It is still illegal
And requires jail time.
After all they got Capone
On tax evasion
And Martha on stock fraud
You are a fraud.
From the day you were born
In December of 1956
To the day you are going to die
And it will be before this next year
Will it not?
You were one of those in the 70s
Never growing to grow old
Not over 17 at all
Which is why you assumed
A second identification
So you would not be an adult
And then you had to be of legal age
Then a married man
Even though as a teenager
You married so many times
They just stopped pronouncing.
Man And Wife.
Then a papa
Even though you hate kids
Oh, Horrors you had to go to work
Did not last a month at a desk job
Not that you ever did work more than
a month at anything.
Decided to collect some else disability
And old age and then their pensions
You have not stopped defrauding
The American government
As a German born bastard
In those days
He us military thought
They owned the right to be stationed
There in their fare land
Of the Nazis and killers of the innocent
That little escapade
But a lot of women went to Berlin
To have their baby
Not born in America
Now they simply run down to Texas
As that is not America either
Farmington New Mexico
Is the home town of Demi Moore
And you moved there a few years ago
For no reason at all
You are listed as having a second home.
Instead of the stolen one
In Chula Vista
4266 Del Sol ct
Sounds grand the dream home
Of someone to finally get his kids
But in the end, he lost
His eyesight
His job and career
His wife and daughter
As well as his kids
You took those away
And still harasses them
Aunt Suzie has been caught
Having lunch with them
Telling them what not to do
And then you were caught hiring
Her daughter Janet
Who is so stupid she thinks
God performed a miracle
A small six year old child
Gave birth to her!
You keep explaining that at five
Your performed a miracle
And had sperm as well as
To sire a beautiful child
Whom you have molested
Her entire life,
Not to be a victim
I am told is to get over it
And yet there you were today
Insisting on me not having
Medical treatment for my diagnosed
Disease instead of yours
Diabetes, you think you are Indian
IF you are treated for this sugar sickness
It is not so and I am not going to be told
About my blood work
While yet one more wife of yours
Whitehorse is supposed to administer
To me your repercussions.
You got old Jimmy
You allowed yourself to be called
Grandpa!
Now you are over the age
Of no return
You cant go back to your youth
Nor correct the wrongs
Instead you keep on raiding and robbing
It is getting tiresome to see the family
Jewels on display at some junk shop
Instead of on Christies as they
Were not improvised those
Immigrants who came from Saint Petersburg
And Copenhagen to Canada
And California seeking their inheritance.
Finding others who were also not sure
Of why their family homes were
No longer theirs
The sad stories of the West
Conquering sand and stone
To get here was on thing
But then to put down roots
To build homes and railways
All have been torn up by you
And your kind.
You do know that an earthquake
Is predicted for San Diego
All those towers of glass
Are going to com crashing down.
There you are smartly
Just below the danger line
Unless that Tijuana river
You once played in comes crashing
In on your area with a huge tsunami
Might happen yet you know.
But come Saturday
By your own reckoning
You will be old enough
To collect old age Social security
Even though you never worked
More than a day at anything
Nor a month at any job
But have been having a grand time
Waiting for your retirement
To some island in the sun?
Or some m mountain one can get
Or are you still demanding?
To be given the chair?
You already had the executioners chair
In Arizona which failed.
You did not survive
But it failed to function.
The Oval office is occupied
No matter how much you
Crucify Trump
Nor make Biden sweat
And as for the coronation chair
Which Charles just was coronated upon
I am surprised you did not steal it!
Maybe that stone from Scotland
Can become a backyard trophy for you.
They are coming Jimmy
To knock on your door
It wont be crows seeking your soul
Or will it?
Happy Birthday
Bid boy now that he is over
Thirty and Sixty!
As for Trogneux's
What good does it do to beat
A chocolatier up over someone
Else politics.
This shop has been there for six generations
Established after a woman gave birth
To a son whose father is unknown
Got a shop out of it but no birth certificate.
Some people do know how to get the job done.
Well, Mrs. Macron has a long history
But a short surname, wonder if she is a Bourbon!
One never does know when a parent is not listed
Unlike you Jimmy
We all know who you daddy was,
Captain Kangaroo who was once a clown...
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