Molting Season
It's molting season at the White House
Cocks do little do
Birds of a feather do flock
Some suck on cock-
tails made of bitters
Some are sore quitters
Some men cost millions
In tax funded golf
Then "trans"fer the burden
To patriots to get off
Once you're in
It's easy to get out
Just leak the truth
Then watch the clown pout
Soon a full Ban(n) on
Any rational thought
Will be Put(in) to law
Before the guilty are caught
And once the eagle is bare
The new flock of feathered breed
Shall rise with cold stare
As a vulture waiting to feed
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