The Repigs
have stepped up
their game
and won't relent
till we can't get up
again.
We didn't
ask for this fight.
"Can't we all
get along? "
asked Rodney King.
But now
they're giving us
a pounding
and we're awake.
It's on, Trump.
Get ready
to take
your lumps.
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