T’was a long and twisted\u00a0road,
\nknowing not what it forebode.
\nColbert wept election eve.
\nOutcome we could not conceive.
\nHillary was the wrong choice,
\nshady past and grating voice.
\nStill, who thought the Don could win,
\nlight of hair and weak of chin.
\nWhen he rode that escalator,
\npeople laughed, said, “See you later.”
\nWho knew then that this great land
\nwas half desperado band.
\nQuickly, he put all his cronies
\ninto jobs where they were phonies.
\nFirst step, tax cuts for the rich.
\nFired anyone who’d snitch.
\nNixed good laws and loved dictators.
\nBorder moat with alligators?
\nSpent three years building a wall
\nthat does us no good at all.
\nBeat impeachment, thanks to Mitch.
\nPeople said he’s Moscow’s bitch.
\nEmbraced those who scream “White Power,”
\nplayed golf, moved south from Trump Tower.
\nTold lies at a record clip.
\nNo truth fell from his heir lip.
\nThen, when true crisis arose,
\nhe played golf and thumbed his nose.
\nHalf a million here might die
\nbecause of his viral lie.
\nWhen he lost the big election,
\nthought Supremes would be protection.
\nWith no concept of the truth,
\nhe now rivals John Wilkes Booth.
\nTried to kill democracy,
\nsold out, sea to shining sea.
\nNow he claims he will not leave,
\n’cause the vote he won’t believe.
\nStreams of fake and fraud all day.
\nDevil Trump, just go away.
\nResidents of Mar-a-Lago
\nwant him to live in Chicago.
\nMaybe he’ll just ride the rail.
\nOn the lam, he could beat jail.
\nPresent hope is we’ll survive
\nthe great wreck of forty-five.
\nFollow Joe, who knows the score.
\nNext big test in twenty-four.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
T’was a long and twisted\u00a0road, knowing not what it forebode. Colbert wept election eve. Outcome we could not conceive. Hillary was the wrong choice, shady past and grating voice. Still, who thought the Don could win, light of hair and weak of chin. When he rode that escalator, people laughed, said, “See you later.” Who […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[16],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2295","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem-2"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2295","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2295"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2295\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2362,"href":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2295\/revisions\/2362"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2295"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2295"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2295"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}