Figgy Putin - Poem by Brian Mayo
Merry Christmas, Democrats
Although your stocking's filled with rats
And lumps of coarse Virginia coal
Take heart, for you've retained your soul
And Merry Christmas, Donald Trump
You sit atop a garbage dump
Now ask Saint Nick for lots of snow
The sledding might get tough, you know
And cheers to Hillary and Bill
I guess from here it's all downhill
You knew it was a dirty game
But Happy New Year, all the same
And Merry Christmas, Megan Kelly
You showed us Rupert's underbelly
You deserve our heartfelt thanks
For thinning FOX's evil Ranks
And Merry Christmas, Vladimir
You're quite the master puppeteer
And now you have a brand-new toy
It's yours to make... or to destroy
And also to McConnell, Mitch
Your plan went off without a hitch
I hope that sometime down the road
Old Satan gives you what you're owed
Oops, dear me! Did I say 'Satan? '
Shame on me for indicatin'
Evil is your whole intent
Unless, of course, that's what I meant
And Happy New Year, Kelly Anne
You conned your way like no one can
It seems you really have a gift
Now through the ashes we all sift.
So Merry Christmas, USA
We'll live to vote another day...
Maybe we'll be less-divided
Less distraught and less misguided
Maybe we'll have learned a lesson...?
Maybe not, is what I'm guessin'.
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