Who scrubbed Tubman off the twenty?
Who told fibs and lies aplenty?
Killing generals with his rockets,
lining his whole family’s pockets,
turning D.C. to a swamp,
no bad deed he will not comp,
with the enemy conspired,
even Uncle Sam got fired,
wound up in impeachment’s hall
before he could kill us all,
his whole party hypnotized,
tyranny’s been realized,
before next election comes,
he’ll be beating on war drums,
making the whole country squirm.
Pray we can survive his term.
And now that he’s packed the court,
hope that we can still abort.
Screaming baby still alive.
That’s what we call Forty Five.
