All ass with zero class …

Smart women infuriate the president. Had he lost to a smart black woman, he’d probably be living in a Saudi Arabian pedo-hut with his butt-slapping rich degenerate Aye Rabb buddies.

But someone elected him POTUS.

Not me.

Here’s my latest Facebook post:

Anyway, I wrote a song about the latest presidential blast against women with brains.

I hope you like it.

Quiet, Piggy!

Buzz of lights in the press-room heat

Notebook open, two boots on beat

He leans in close with a practiced grin

And says, “Quiet, piggy — don’t start again.”

Cameras click, the room goes still

Ties pulled tight — no one moves at will

But I was raised where truth runs clean

And I won’t kneel to a TV king

“Quiet piggy,” that’s what he said

Like I should hush and nod my head

But I speak fire — I don’t appease

Not your pet, I bite and breathe

Quiet piggy? Not today.

I bring the questions you lock away

He wants the silence to flood the floor

A hush thick as the lies he wore

But I know how heavy truth can land

So I ask again — and take my stand

Eyes cut sharp, his smirk turns flat

But I don’t flinch — I don’t step back

No need to shout, no need to spin

The truth walks in, and it wears my skin

“Quiet piggy,” that’s what he said

But I don’t bend — I ask instead

I name what you hide, I name what you steal

I say the things you won’t make real

Quiet piggy? Not your game.

I speak for those you shame by name

You call it rude when I won’t bow low

You call it shrill when I want to know

How you twist and duck, how you bury the stain

How you smile while the world still screams in pain

But I’m not your doll or your Sunday guest

Not your soft pitch in a silk-pressed vest

You want silence dressed as grace

But I’m here now.

Say it to my face.

“Quiet piggy,” that’s what he said

But I cracked the room with a thread of red

He blinked — I stood. No curtain fall.

The silence broke — I claimed it all.

Your kingdom shrinks when we stand tall.

Quiet piggy? Not a chance.

I own the mic.

I own the stance.

Quiet…

Piggy…

Say it again —

And watch me rise.