*(Legal Disclaimer: This is a work of poetic fiction. Certain names, institutions, agencies, events and incidents are mentioned. However, characters herein are products of the poet's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.):
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In eulogy of Donall Janus Tramp
(the Grand Old Party's best and choicest loser
who sleazed and promised us he'll purge “the swamp”),
you live up to your name for there's none cruder
than you:—and you behave like a male hussy
who'd lay your daughter cause she's a blonde peach
and chirpily urge Bush to “grab [women] by
the pussy” (on video) in no figure of speech.
How to laud you our Commander-in-Chief;
when all you do is lie, distort and threaten
your way out of the charge that you're a thief
and fraud with whom Lord God has yet to reckon?
And God help those immigrant children at the border,
dear Tramp:—now dying by your executive order!
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