Come lissen to a story bout a deadbeat dad,
Built a glitzy empire then he made the country mad.
Suddenly his lies and threats and lawsuits didn't work,
And ever'one saw he was just a loser jerk.
Bozo..... Putz...
So his kinfolk said, Daddy! Pardons! Pardons, please!
And he wrote up quite a bunch, while they made their plans to flee,
And all the aides and allies ran and hopped away like fleas,
And they loaded up the truck and they moved to Floridee.
Beaches.... Klansmen... Undocumented laborers...
Finally, tomorrow, Trump is gone and Biden gets sworn in as president. I might even put on pants for the occasion. Maybe dress up a bit. I do not have any champagne, but I have a bottle of rum.
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