There wasn’t much suspense
\nin Harris versus Pence.
\nShe had the upper hand.
\nHe’s going to be shit canned.
\nAnd yet, he rambled on,
\nas if she’d up and gone.
\nShe did a great slow burn
\nwhile waiting for her turn.
\nHe flaunted debate rules,
\ntreated the ‘girls’ like fools,
\ndefended his great fascist boss,
\nplayed down the virus and the loss.
\nHe piled them up, lie after lie.
\nBut then, he wouldn’t hurt a fly.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There wasn’t much suspense in Harris versus Pence. She had the upper hand. He’s going to be shit canned. And yet, he rambled on, as if she’d up and gone. She did a great slow burn while waiting for her turn. 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