Twas the night before Trumpxit, and all through the House,
Not a pussy was grabbed, not even a blouse.
And when DC locked down his loyal rioters wailed:
“Our President, please, give us a Heil!”
The liberals and leftists nestled in, snug in their beds,
While visions of neoliberalism danc’d in their heads.
“Finally, an old guy who won’t deliberately kill,
I mean, not as many, but, well, of course he still will..”.
Eric and Don Jr.’ll get off scot-free into their cumsocks,
And will podcast about fears of a new “liberal elite BIPOC.”
But all you microbrain republicans shadn’t fear a fear;
Lucky for you, systemic racism’s still here.
Twas the night before Trumpxit, and in my dream’ll sing a bard:
“You better hope there’s no Nazis in the National Guard!”
TWO WEEKS LATER EPILOGUE
It’s been a week since dear Donald went off afloat,
To ‘ol Moscow! On a sexy, rusty Russian boat.
But I heard him, ere he drove out of sight-
“A TRIAL BY COMBAT! GODDAMNIT, LET ME FIIIGHT!”