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Twas the night before Trumpxit

 

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!”

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