President

By
A shot sounded out,
Confirming our fears,
Shouts all about,
Ringing our ears,
A beautiful firearm,
Without a scratch or speck of dust,
Was said to go down in history,
So the joke was on us,
But even though the world heard of his sin,
The weapon was lost,
So the joke was on him.





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