Ray9
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Elizabeth Warren recently chimed in on Trump's use of what she called a Native American racial slur.
so I put this together to answer her:
Song of Liawatha.
(a tribute to Elizabeth Warren)
On the shores of big lake senate,
With its deep polluted waters,
Stood Pelosi the old woman,
With her finger flipping upward,
O’er the garbage waters pointing,
To the sunset of our nation.
As the sun sets on our people,
Burns its way along the heavens,
With its glare upon high cheekbones,
A native princess rides the warpath,
With bloody footprints followed,
She sets herself to ambush,
Leading from behind with a phony bow and arrow.
And Pelosi, the old woman,
With her finger flipping upward,
Spake these words to Liawatha:
“Yonder dwells the great bad feather,
Trumpthewhiteman, the magician,
Manito of all bad riches,
Guarded by his foxnews serpents,
Trump it was who slew the Clintons,
By his wicked wiles and cunning,
Take your bow oh Liawatha,
Win with stolen native valor.
Lift yourself with petty lies,
The dead eyes of a rat,
And the forked tongue of a snake.
You filled your Teepee up with Wampum,
On the backs of native tribes.
Now show them what they get,
The back end of your horse.
so I put this together to answer her:
Song of Liawatha.
(a tribute to Elizabeth Warren)
On the shores of big lake senate,
With its deep polluted waters,
Stood Pelosi the old woman,
With her finger flipping upward,
O’er the garbage waters pointing,
To the sunset of our nation.
As the sun sets on our people,
Burns its way along the heavens,
With its glare upon high cheekbones,
A native princess rides the warpath,
With bloody footprints followed,
She sets herself to ambush,
Leading from behind with a phony bow and arrow.
And Pelosi, the old woman,
With her finger flipping upward,
Spake these words to Liawatha:
“Yonder dwells the great bad feather,
Trumpthewhiteman, the magician,
Manito of all bad riches,
Guarded by his foxnews serpents,
Trump it was who slew the Clintons,
By his wicked wiles and cunning,
Take your bow oh Liawatha,
Win with stolen native valor.
Lift yourself with petty lies,
The dead eyes of a rat,
And the forked tongue of a snake.
You filled your Teepee up with Wampum,
On the backs of native tribes.
Now show them what they get,
The back end of your horse.