Now Here Comes Their Bleating - In Trump's Own Words Upon Acquittal

So many words, such boring waffle Posturing peacocks, whispering snakes, Actions so twisted doubtful if lawful A bunch of connivers, dithering flakes. In the House which they rule They pointed and frowned Lectures unending as if back at school, Comments unwelcomed, arguments drowned. Then to the Senate the matter was sent Pelosi's grandstanding the Media in tow, Swaying opinion her only intent Her hands animated, her face all aglow. But Mitch was just waiting, Lurking, knives drawn, Biding his time skillfully baiting, For he had the Queen, they just the Pawn. Here comes their bleating Lost sheep wailing foul They accuse us of cheating Which makes me just howl. Boy I like winning It's such a huge high, I so can't stop grinning While watching them cry. Now the deal's done This farce put to bed, I'll continue to stun As I forge way ahead They thought they could win By playing the part But if acting's a sin I've mastered that art. Another four years Of me and my tribe, No matter their tears To me they'll subscribe.