Of the sad saga
Of mad MAGA,
Always crying,
Always lying,
With no exception.
Practiced deception,
Done to death,
Out of breath,
Anticipation,
Exaggeration,
Loop to loop,
Full of poop.
And any hurricane
Drives them insane,
Lips stuck out,
Have to pout,
In their consortium,
Constant distortium.
Abortion madness
Gives them gladness.
They delight
In the fight,
Left over right,
Just too tight.
On the stump
Comes the Trump,
Mighty high,
Bloated thigh,
Fateful stare,
Orange hair.
Condemnation,
Aggravation,
Got no proof,
Still aloof.
He’s innocent,
Yet not decent,
Like a lemon,
Assaulting women,
His morality
A disparity.
Diaper soiled,
Attitude spoiled,
Contemplation,
Just irritation,
Dread reaction,
No satisfaction.
Glory being,
They ain’t seeing,
Foggy smoke,
Like a joke.
Their song
Is all wrong.
An endless road
Behind a toad,
East to West,
Damn the rest.
A dali lama,
Full of drama.
Any chance,
Happenstance,
Around the bend,
Comes the end.
Prison time
For the crime,
Pretty ominous,
Very infamous.
So take Trump
To the city dump,
No more shit tired of it,
In the land
They can’t stand.