Lo and behold! Well, fancy that!
The autocrat-in-chief
Is little more than a fat cat,
A huckster, liar, thief!
He is the distillation of
My party’s highest virtue,
O little man: ’tis not to love,
But prosper from, and hurt you.
The scandalmonger, slanderer
And sexual assaulter,
Demonic sloth, philanderer
Too confident to falter,
Sans pariel a wheeler dealer
Entrusted to high office,
Although sometimes a secrets-squealer
Who plunders where the trough is—
He is the face my party wears
Yet well epitomizes
Our heart and soul, in our arrears
Upon the brink of crisis.
He is the face of you and me:
Republicans stand tall!
The country owes us fealty
Even as standards fall.
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