Pure Solid Pyrite.* Whatever happened to the good ol' Conservative? Those who serve their country, long as they may live? Those who yearn to not take it all, but to humbly give? Where now are those leaders, those ol' salts of the earth? Who knew the the value of sweat, what hard work is worth? Why would one revere this man, made a billionaire by birth? Good ol' values long gone, now old dirty money talks, Nowadays it's 'carry a big stick, smack anything that walks,' Around the tower of power the Big Bad Boogeyman still stalks. There's a statue of Trump proudly displayed at CPAC? The old bold gold-plated Tin God is mounting a comeback! Can't the eyes of the wise perceive something's out of whack? Behind his thin skin of gilt'n'glamour lies a cold heart of brass, A false idol with tons of
bullshit bullion but not an ounce of class; Still fools bow low, blinded by the shine of this massive stuck-up ass. *Pyrite: AKA Fools Gold.