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Anthem of Mitch

7/19/2017

 

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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