He’s No Nixon

Misuse of his power we could chronicle an hour.
Obstruction is the juice that’s in his veins.
In the senate, trial becomes shit shower,
with his pal Moscow Mitch at the reins.
O how Lindsey will spout Graham crackers,
and Jim Jordan cross the Rhine with whine.
The hoax cry will rise from all his backers
’bout that phone call, perfect, not just fine.
In the end the Dems will be rejected,
subjected to lies and ‘facts’ absurd.
Grounds and reason will both be neglected.
Vindicated shouts of Orange Turd.
In the oval office he’ll be seething,
fascist lying smile upon his lips.
Hatred fills the air with just his breathing.
Back to work on the apocalypse.

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