Some sore losers will angrily
talk long into the night.
Embracing the darkness,
they shamefully will walk.
They always invariably
fade out of sight.
This sore loser arrogantly balks,
and chose to stay in the chaos in spite
Here's a goodbye to hate;
shamed begone with golf.
Please, don't stub your toe;
Since for us, life now is bright.
Jack don't come back
no more, no more, no more!
You are your bitter foe, senor
Pray, be peaceable and be dearth quiet;
Then, go quickly but gently
into that good night.
Be out of that door,
and don't honk or tonk.
Hasten; get out, run, don't walk.
Don't ever tempt fate to even up a score.
To find other vagaries
and venalities to explore.
From the Whitehouse, the loser banishes
into the ocean.
Moaning and groaning,
the emptiness punishes.
Peace and unity are chaperoning
to rebuild the nation.
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