Their impeachment having bombed,
Democrats spread the virus,
As if such shenanigans
Will fool us, or tire us.
We, republicans, are made of stuff
No science may ever breach;
Our skin has censors no reasoned ruse
Or truth may ever reach.
Not for nothing is a trump a trump—
The king of the poker table;
Clubs, Diamonds, Hearts, or Spades
Our least trump will disable.
So, call off this scaremongering,
Let the market boom again;
We will the next election win,
For a Trump is our man.
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