Evil Drumpf Hitler, worse than Watergate . . .
Orange Man bad— ’tis their hour to impeach!
Colluding, they rush to regurgitate
Nonsense from their last non-candidate’s speech.
Accusations and trials. It’s quite a show.
He’s guilty, so guilty, of serious crime.
They’re not sure of what, but he HAS to go.
(Their permanent peeve is our circus-time.)
Through dark lenses, opthalmologically:
They can hate on our optics; we won’t mind
Our magic glasses allow us to see
With twenty-twenty vision . . . but they’re still blind.
Empowered and impaired
they conspire to impeach.
That Bad Orange-man, spared
still remains out of reach.
If impeachment was due,
now it rots in the the sun.
They’re attempting a coup
when no wrong has been done.
Over-ripened, it’s rotting
their maggots now fly . . .
unfruitful, their plotting:
a low-hanging lie.
Latte Liberals, from Berkeley to Boston
Have a new world of fun to get lost in:
Let Progressives have fits;
Monster trucks, flashing tits,
Are now trending in Cambridge and Austin!
It’s a scene you were taught to despise
As imprudent, plebeian, unwise . . .
Like that milquetoast George Fwill,
William Buckley’s ghost Bill
in his coffin is rolling his eyes.
Though you scold, as you cluck like a hen,
The great party goes on on, ending when?
Twenty-twenty will tell
Whether Liberal’s hell
Was created by God or by men.
America’s presidents: well deserved
(recall that cowboy Hollywood actor?)
React in vain while your meltdown is served:
let it glow—like a nuclear reactor.
Energy freed: progressively conserved,
in Uranium for all who backed her—
though some who bought it may become unnerved
and see her as less than a benefactor.