He’s still got his mitts on the nuclear codes until noon.
\nHe’s up in the air like the devil may care, the buffoon.
\nIf he sends the command to a nuclear sub,
\nD.C. just disappears in the bay, glub, glub, glub.
\nIn this next two hours, he could have his say,
\nand possibly blow all the blue states away.
\nHe said he’ll be back, perhaps in a new form.
\nHis last campaign could well be called “U.S. Storm.”
\nThere won’t be a sigh of relief until he
\nis disarmed and deposited in history.
\nAs long as he still has his hands on the button,
\nwe’re all meat to him, fried chicken and mutton.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"