Silver Lining, Day 1060

A little Oingo Boingo in Trump's bizzaro brain....

I, I, I, hate little girls
They make me feel so dumb
I hate little girls
Especially Scandinavian ones

When they're around
They make me feel
Like I'm the biggest baby in town

I hate little girls
They don't like when I cyberbully them

They call me out as a repugnant liar
They're not frightened by my tangerine fire

All they do is, ask hard questions
All they do is, run away from me
All they do is, know the answers
I can't comprehend how they're all smarter than me

Isn't this creepy?
Isn't this what my presidency's all about?
Isn't this a nightmare come true?
Isn't this your nightmare, too?

Oh, oh, oh I hate little girls
They make me feel obtuse (look it up)
I hate, little girls
Especially ones named Greta

When they're Persons, of the Year,
They make me feel
Like I'm the only liar in town

I hate, little girls
They make me feel so, simple-minded

They don't care about my prevarications
They think Moscow Mitch is
An abomination
And Lindsey Graham, too.

Oh, oh, oh I hate little girls
They make me feel like
A lesser version
Of Boris Johnson

I hate, little girls
And I hate the Constitution too

Unless you worship me
And don't disagree with me
I will also hate you too.

I hate.