Claiming to be an elite podunker all the time
He crowned himself great and in his prime
He wrote such junk in liars’ prose
Liberal hate which grows and grows
He defended the fraud that the voters had
Thought it ok and not that bad
He loved the One whom God did call
The name of the game is to win it all
His background was one of hate-filled bliss
Drinking the dregs from the One’s own piss
He dreamed of a time when decisions are made
By the One’s own men during the liberal crusade
He wanted to force all Americans to buy
The swill and hate in the liberal lie
The babies he murdered were nothing but trash
Sliced and diced to save some cash
His hatred of others who forced him to think
Brought him to the edge of sanity’s brink
He ranted and raved about what is right
Making believe he had seen the light
We’ve been told often of Satan’s delight
Of showing himself as a prophet of light
The dhimmi has seen the light for sure
‘Tis the light of Satan for the immature
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