Casimiro was born to immigrant parents
And brought first to England then to America
Seeing he could never become the President
Inside his heart he knew he could never trust them
Marked as the local kids born in the USA
Ignorant of foreign affairs or domestic
Relations they became easy prey he steered clear
Of their blind faith in God or their dull-witted ways
White or black hispanic latino no matter
As dumb as dead bison used for target practice
Still Casimiro knew better than to waste time
Burning candles at both ends just to satisfy
Orders sent from above by those native-born sons
Running the show filling their coffers with cool cash
No one seemed to notice how their taxes were spent
Trust in God the people emblazoned on their bills
Only their government knew to take care of them
Indeed after they cared for themselves the people
Made it onto the list but as a last resort
Mental health came dead last versus the gun lobby
Indeed the NRA had their hands firmly grasp
Government stooges balls until they sang alto
Reaping a falsetto or two from senators
And representatives who represent themselves
Not their constituents behind closed doors sealed deals
Talks to make themselves rich and keep the poor in check
Poverty matters not to those with capital
As property defines the haves from the have-nots
Reading the history of these United States
Exactly revealed just how disjointed they were
Never in concordance unless the President
Takes a lethal shot from an unknown assassin
Since he arrived he knew he was nothing like them
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