Not pulled by asses, broken cart and all.

What lives within is seen  in those outside
We fear to fail, so curtail our ideals
Choose presidents with vulgar minds unkind

To reach for new developments is wise
We estimate what work and play  make real
What lives within ,we love  in folk outside

In humour let the unkind lead the blind
And watch  the  confused centipedes  downfall
Like presidents in vulgar ways, unkind

The human on the saddle bold should  ride
Not pulled by asses, broken cart and all.
What lives within, we see  in folk outside

Now jet-propelled with nuclear nuts  inside
We think   our tweets are glories as we maul.
Oh, president, in vulgar ways, unkind.

Oh, Adam, Eve, remember that first Fall
Naked and unknowing babies bawled.
What lives within is seen  in those outside:
In presidents  who seem vulgar , unrefined