The Documented
The Whitehouse is bracing itself,
interlopers are everywhere.
Not since the times of Abraham Lincoln
has the house been so full
of unwelcome visitors.
The Presidents chef is at his wits end
the throng needs feeding,
they are hungry for answers
and Spam sandwiches will not do.
They are squatting, raising tent cities
among the colonial furnishings.
Our leader is about to make a statement,
a speech about our secure borders,
and how Right Wing Extremists
continue to spread disinformation.
The FBI is of course standing by
their guns drawn
ready to bus them back
to the heart of America
where they came from.
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