It was late in the days around Christmas
At the gates with rolling disturbing saga
In the middle, conspired the mad MAGA
When he carried out the coup isthmus
He torched democracy to the dawn of the abysmal
Wherein the camp followers were sworn
The minions upgraded with their horse blinders on
So, they extend their trust in Don the con
They cuddled the American carnage with a scorn
Stop me when you catch the trend thereon
At the hearings, we learned of their crotch rot
And beating in their apathy hearts, a coup to plot
But, pity them not, when those traitors are caught
For willfully they disturbed the whole neighborhood
With gleeful offensive derisive mirthful, we booed
We chuckle with tumultuous guffaws
At things that motivated the outlaw patriots;
Things that invigorate the bumbling idiots
Who is tougher - a coward or worst scofflaw?
Or is it the boneheads who interrupted the law?
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