In mad King Donalds’s latter days,
When bases turned against him;
A Furious ex-supporter I,
After the world had fenced him.
Unto the MAGA bots I cried:
He promised no new wars,
But Zion’s handlers had him trapped
To even up the scores.

And this is Trump, I will maintain
Unto my dying day, Sir.
A narcissistic sociopath,
Who lied and lies again sir!

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The Vicar of Bray