The Man Who Doesn't Know S**t!

Snake oil salesman!

I'm looking at him right now in the mirror,

your classic proof of the existence of "dur!'

 

I spew my opinions like I have a clue,

but when confronted by facts, I don't know what  to do!   

 

I also like to rip the wings off bugs and small children,

just cause I can, and did I mention I'm rich, yet-again?

 

I'm on the seventh or eighth time, I lost count, see,

when I fall behind and cant pay, I simply declare bankruptcy.

 

Is America great for the business man, or what?

The case for being wealthy and ruthless is open and shut!

 

I see myself as in the know, and extremely wise,

I'm smart enough to know you'll believe even the most absurd lies.

 

Who am I? Why, if you don't now by now, you've been living in a cave.

I've got to go, my time is money, but just remember--ride The Donald wave!