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Pay-Back Time - In Trump's Own Words

Off with their heads They wanted me dead Or buried alive And for this they did strive, The conniving baboons A bunch of buffoons. But vengeance is sweet And to this I did tweet, I’m out for their blood I’ll drag them through mud, They’ll wish they weren’t born With my insults and scorn. How dare they act so They’re vileness so low, To spy and besmirch After all my great work, I’ll give each no quarter Aside bread and water. The country now knows These heartless vile crows, Who squawked all along Their monotone song, But now watch them squeal While lashed to my wheel. As to their fool friends They’ll need make amends And do so real fast Since my patience won’t last, I know who they are They won’t stray that far. A lesson well taught Perpetrators now caught, You mess with the Don And soon you’ll be gone, It’s always the same I’m so great at this game.

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