The Loser
The loss: A slap to his face
He’s now been put in his place
A pandemic let loose
Cooked his own goose
To the world he is a disgrace
He lived in a house made of cards
Inside it he planted petards
Believed his own hype
Blew his own pipe
His support all came from retards
He’s never known such a defeat
His ego no longer in tweet
Flattened, you see
By voter decree
Awarded for conceit and deceit
Status and privilege are gone
Ripped from ol’ “Donald John”
Neither deserved
Neither preserved
It’s what you give to a “Con”.
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