Once again, I did my own research crowd,
Elected to congress on a MAGA-Viagra cloud,
With disgusting views and entitlements info,
Chose a path like some shameless nympho
They embraced queries that turned on hubris,
Then they latched on to too many maybes.
Their developing brains operate without logic.
To tell them otherwise would be near tragic.
Ask it of him who’s a bumbling badger;
A meandering and mindless dodger
He who survived the fifteenth bite of crippling venom,
Even when insides die and the outside is numb
His moves are never borne out of conviction.
So, he gave in to pugnacity without restriction
All they need now is only to invent any reason
To take steps to ruin these very coming seasons
His actions flow from some warped belief
A faith; a malignant idea of legacy infection,
Covered in a peristaltic drib of swallowed agitation,
To burry it deep inside the heart without relief
Find your goal before departure from this forecaster
Psychopaths don’t make good leaders; they cause disasters.
That overarching legacy will never smell a whiff,
Let alone taste a morsel of greatness in this whip.
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