Behemoth Sniveling
The Ogre took a body blow,
tumbling to the ground.
He enlisted the forces of government,
the regime he always labeled “deep state.”
Blubbering, he sat there, enlisting Department of Justice lawyers
to deny he was ever hit,
to conceal that he ever fell.
The fight was rigged because he lost.
The punches were illegal and fraudulent.
This became the mantra infecting social discourse.
This emerged as the slogan to incite
his Stockholm syndrome believers.
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