He stands for hatred and the social end
Of the country of his birth
To everyone he meets, he speaks his ugly spin
All his words have lost their worth
In this his ignorant little game
But his words aren’t filled with mirth
Most of his words are all the same
As he hides from the truth he fears
It simply proves he’s lame
What he writes fills our eyes with tears
As he laughs so long and loud
When a voter magically appears
He seems so very proud
To be one of the liberal elite
Where thinking’s not allowed
Ahh, but he thinks its fine to cheat
As he fills out the voter sheet
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