Let there be a reckoning
A wrecking ball of wreck in swing
A havoc wreaked on everything
Til Bells of Justice loudly ring!
Tis not that I do hate this man
This man the colour of baked flan
This guy who knows not right from wrong
Who’s conned and duped and strung along
The very folk he once brushed off
That he needs now to haul aloft
His sinking bulk as waters rise
And close around him and his lies
But I do hate the damage wrought
With all the chaos he has brought
Yet even now his lies grow greater
He gathers minions, flunks and haters
It’s not Deep State but rule of law
His hubris is his fatal flaw
His fragile self can barely stand
To realize with his small hands
He crimed and sneaked in such a way
That at his feet the chickens lay
The Eggs of Truth, of Righteousness
He can’t bluff with false piousness
He’s ‘bout to reap all that he sow
As ducks get neatly in a row
And Hope shall, like a carol, ring
With sweet sweet Song of Reckoning!!
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