Don - they tell me you're leaving
I can't believe it's true,
that we'll get to live without you.
You'll go away - govern-mentally,
after all this pain and misery.
When you go - I won't miss you,
You never said a thing that was true.
Remember when - you hoaxed the virus fight.
What an idiot - you never got it right.
Trump never cared - for me or you,
but we might survive now that he's through.
So let's discuss - the insurrection -
you provoked when you lost the election.
You got impeached for time number two
who said breaking up was hard to do?
Let's say goodbye - and let it be,
I hear you're going to do - Trump TV?
About the time you get that set up,
New York will come and lock you up.
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