Poetry

Sunday, 11 January 2026

Impeachments

 Moving to America, gonna have a lot of impeachments

 Moving to America, gonna have a lot of impeachments

Impeachments come from a can, they were put there by a man

In a courthouse uptown

If I had my way those impeachments would be here to stay

Like a ladder of law that never fade


 Moving to America, gonna have a lot of impeachments

 Moving to America, gonna have a lot of impeachments


I looked at a little map, where the routes all twist

Squished a rotten president in my fist

And dreamed about America's freedom


I poked my nose inside the white house doors

And made room for one immigrant or more

Nature's justice in my hand, impeachments come from a can

As American as apple pie


Millions of impeachments, impeachments for me

Millions of impeachments, impeachments for free, look out

Millions of impeachments, impeachments for me

Millions of impeachments, impeachments for free, look out

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