Rock Bottom!

When did we become this shallow?

No, I'm not referring to the classic UFO song,

I'm talking about the arguing over Donald Trump's schlong.

 

It's a job where the only size that matters is the size of one's brain.

All this arguing about such juvenile crap is driving me insane!

 

Egotistical children arguing over something well below

presidential level--something you might expect in 3rd grade--ego's

 

out of control--you can see his hat size growing right there on the stage,

as he plays upon people's fears, and gins up phony outrage.

 

And here we sit, like it's appropriate subject matter,

and watch his head grow until he'll need the Mad Hatter!

 

What does it say about us, and what we're about,

that we're in love with this dude--and the moronics he shouts?