'Twas The Night Of The Election

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Ho, ho, fricking ho--the joke's on America!

Submitted: December 19, 2017

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'Twas the night of the election,

and Dad, soon to need a section

eight, was drunk off his ass,

but his euphoria wasn't to last

 

because you can't get blood from a moron,

all forward progress will soon be long gone

Several months of his platform,

and it's the perfect storm,

 

'idiot' plus 'ego,' multiplied,

but Dad won't admit it inside

If you're a supporter, you're bound to get bit

Your life's about to fall in a big pile of shit

 

The stockings were all hung by the fire with care,

libel to catch fire, and spread ashes everywhere

The country's waiting for the looming disaster,

the stupid keeps coming, faster and faster

 

There used to be a mouse, but not anymore,

He was banished, see, he was too poor

Our clueless leader, incapable of feeling empathy,

listenes to no one, only watches extreme T. V.

 

So, get shit faced, Dad, you made the wrong call,

won't magically get better, no, not at all

I heard Trump exclaim as he's never out of sight,

"I'll burn down the house, set it all alight!'

 

 

 

 

 


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