DJT at the Point of Tarantula Attack
There he was, lined up right in my sights
Nothing in my way, either left or right
Me, a Mexican Tarantula at the point of attack
My target, Donald Trump, who’d make a juicy snack
My mission approved by President Sheinbaum, no less
For me to destroy this irrational pest
Could I bring myself to gobble him down?
~ Find me buried on the White House lawn
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