Not a Word
Where’s the tweeting? I have heard,
From POTUS, not a single word.
It’s really quite a lovely change –
My pressure’s in the normal range.
Not lies to set my blood to boil;
No barbs from which we must recoil.
No single put-down, not one smirk –
For us, another losing perk.
His lackeys, too, have sealed their lips,
Still stuck on sinking battleships.
Their gutlessness prevents congrats
To all the winning democrats.
Today is quiet in the news
And whether you sport reds or blues
I’ll bet you’ll find your day complete
Without another ******* tweet.
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