Dystopian for the MAGA crowd, including the one at the top: Here's Subterranean Impeachment Blues
Subterranean Impeachment Blues
Donnie’s in his bedroom,
looking for some head room,
There’s homeless on the
pavement thinkin’ ‘bout the government
President gloats about next
year’s votes
He’s taking frantic notes, can
he nail Dan Coats?
Muttering about Sleepy Joe
Biden
Gaffe prone, all alone, what’s
he hidin’?
No norms, no forms, Trump
follows no laws
What he does is free of
flaws.
Let him explain to the
president of Ukraine
See if he can help with the
next campaign
Get loose, got the juice,
tweet about fake news
Don’t need a guitar to make
up some new blues.
Look out Trump, your
polling’s in a slump
God knows when, but you’re
doing it again.
Oh, get sick, get well, does
impeachment ring a bell?
Keep your base in place, hope
the Wall is gonna sell.
Get Barr, go far, set sail,
don’t fail
E-mails, Dem wails,
Adam Schiff is on your tail.
Look out Trump, you’re gonna
get dumped
By losers, voters,
Constitution users
Personnel pools have run out
of fools
GOP leaders watch the
tea-leaf readers.
What seems to be real is just
what you suppose
When you’re the emperor who
loves his new clothes
Piece of toilet paper
sticking to your sole.
Your art of the deal just
fell down a hole.
You can’t firehose what
nature grows
You’re led by the nose in
reality shows,
Don’t need a whistleblower to
know which way the wind blows
Look out Trump, you heading
for a slump
Asking for a friend, could
this be the end?
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