The Party Crashers



 It's going to be a birthday bash,

attended 

by nouveau White House trash

Faux-ning praise to one who's 80

the cankle man

the world does hatey.

Amongst the guests who show

their face

Four horsemen ride

"Make way, give space!"

Thunder, lightning and

Stephen Miller

It looks to become an

apocalyptic thriller!

Sweltering heat with a

side order of bugs.

Karma's come to

enrage the thugs

Oiled up men inside 

a cage

A mass of elephants

outside the stage

As people starve

the grifters drool

$14 mil to paint 

the algae filled

Reflecting pool. 

One day we will

All celebrate 

the flying finger

of fickled fate.

Not today

Unless......

You know what 

Lightning strikes a

wicked blow

A zap, three strikes

right in the butt.

The perfect spot

right in the keister

All Hail

the hail, the wind, the wrath

Nature's mother of a Nor' easter.

I raise my finger and

give a toast

If Satan's come a knockin'

A flaming Cheeto is

one hell of a roast.

Cancel the pomp

And

Drain the swamp!


 



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