It wasn’t exactly what I saw in ink
it was worse than I could think
The depths to which you’d sink
And the length of your high jinx.
When in the heat of cold fury
Your coup failed the legal theory
You can beat upon your breast
But, your very heart will not rest.
To be a winner, you must cheat to win
To be whiner, you worked us thin
The lie is as big and heavy as a mountain
For your dishonor will forever remain.
You put a stake through the heart of the states.
A grievous mistake to win puts you in these straits.
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