I like it Rob....
There once was a Prez named Trump
Now, he can kiss my rump
throw MItch in a ditch
take Graham and slay him
and with joy, up and down I will jump! 😉
'Twas the night before elections, and all through the White House,
Donald Trump was a-tweeting, and running his mouth.
The ballots were mailed, and the President was scared,
for soon he and his family would no longer be there.
The Proud Boys were nestled asleep in their beds,
with delusions of grandeur dancing in their heads.
And Vice President Biden, and Kamala too,
put the finish touches on their political coup.
I'd heard that in Portland there arose such a clatter,
that Trump blamed Antifa, and also "Black Lives Matter".
So I sat on the couch, took off my shoes,
and turned on CNN to watch some "Fake News".
And Anderson Cooper, with hair white as snow,
gave context to the terrible events I should know.
And what shocking statistics did I hear?
9.3 million COVID cases, and that is just here!
But the Prez wasn't alone, the incompetent prick,
he who could have prevented nearly 10 million sick.
For surrounded by cronies and sycophants he came,
And I heard as he summoned his minions by name:
"Now, Rudy!
now Jared,
now Michael,
and Mitch!
Now Eric!
and Jerry,
you son of a bitch!
To the top of the polls!
To the (unfinished) border wall!
Now shit on them,
shit on them,
shit on them all!"
These slithering serpents from a swamp left undrained,
had tarnished a nation, its glory they stained.
And up to the podium, they gathered anew,
these abominable creatures, and the President too.
As falsehoods and alternative facts began to fly,
when met with fact checking, were left out to dry.
And I gazed at this cretin, and wondered aloud,
how this hate-spewing moron could ever gather a crowd.
For he was coated in orange, with fake hair he would preen,
and he hung out with pedos like Jeffrey Epstein.
His droll little mouth always bashing on China,
and his tiny little hands always grabbing at vaginas.
He was chubby, nay obese, with a body so shitty,
I feel bad for his gold-digging wife, out of pity.
He never shut up, never did any work,
Not a speck of decorum, he behaved like a jerk.
Our most prestigious office has forever been marred,
Our once honorable reputation is irrevocably scarred.
The leader of the free world is a world-class joke,
with a legacy destined to go up in smoke.
But it will all soon be over, the nightmare is ending,
as nightfall on November the 3rd comes descending,
we will have a cause to celebrate a-plenty
as we draw toward the close of this horrific 2020.
And come Tuesday night, the people will decree,
and we'll kick his ass out, if he doesn't concede.
And we'll merrily exclaim, with our heartfelt screams:
"Good riddance, you bastard, but thanks for the memes!"
Now that’s poetry...Good stuff...Bloody good stuff, 2112!
I didn't write it, but I thought it was hilarious when I read it
