Sip slow…

Let me start by saying this ain’t political.

This is good old-fashioned manners — and he has none.

The next time a President calls a reporter stupid or dumb,

the reporter needs to look him dead in the face

and hit him with:

“I’m no stupider than your dumb ass.”

Folks keep trying to talk to him politically,

like he gonna suddenly discover maturity

at 70-something years old.

Man, please.

He only understands one language —

blunt, simple, playground energy.

And honestly?

He been fluent in petty since the womb.

Probably came out arguing with the doctor.

People stay respecting the title,

meanwhile he ain’t respected nobody’s title —

not the press, not the staff, not the country,

not even the English language on a good day.

Sometimes you gotta reply in his own dialect:

loud, basic,

and sprinkled with just enough disrespect

to get his attention.

Play stupid games…

win stupid prizes…

and he’s undefeated in that league.

Somebody just needs the backbone

to say something he actually understands

without worrying about the backlash.

Sip slow…

’cause this truth ain’t hot — it’s sizzling like bacon.