Donnie's not guilty. (As we perceive it.)
We are in pain, he helps relieve it.
We have a goal, with him we'll achieve it.
He's doing God's bidding. We really believe it.
Truth is a lie. (As we conceive it.)
Once more undo impeach, dear friends, once more.
O! build THE WALL with Mexicans dead.
Impeach? There's nothing to undo a man
of Donnie's modest humility!
But when the blasted Dems blow in our ears,
they denigrate the action of our liar.
Cialis your sinners! Summon Aryan blood!
Dispise fair nature with shirt-sleevèd rage.
Then lend our neighs a terrible aspect.
Let's pry through the porridge of his head.
Like Steve Bannon, let the brow o'erwhelm it
as fearfully as doth an undarn-èd sock
mock the base's wiggled toes.
O'er swill with plastics wild and wasteful oceans.
Upset the truth and stretch sense wide,
hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
to Morrison height. On, on, you damn-èd GOP,
whose blood is fet from bone spurs war-proof!
Bone spurs that, like so many Alexanders
Department Stores in these parts close-èd
and shuttered, their parking lots empty pavement.
Dishonour all your mothers and now attest
those whom you call'd fathers did regret you.
Be sloppy now you men of grossest blood,
and learn again to whore. And 'pon our showman,
whose spurs did prevent just service, let us
settle our disaster. Let us wear
hat #MAGA, worthy, unheeding, which I doubt not.
For there is none of us, I mean our base,
that hath not Nobel lustre in our lies.
I see you stand like old whores in their slips,
straining not to fart. The game's afoot:
follow your spirit, and upon this charge
cry ‘Gor blesh the Untie-èd Schtatez and Saint Don!’