As Donald Trump’s dirty deeds mount,
He never is called to account.
This emboldens and stirs him
To escalate — spurs him
To WORSE acts — too many to count.
Tags: Donald Trump, Republican Hypocrisy, Republicans Humor, White House
Mad Kane (Madeleine Begun Kane) is a writer, musician, and "recovering lawyer." She won the Robert Benchley Society Award For Humor and enjoys writing limericks, song parodies, and current events haiku.
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The Democrats’ have delicate ears,
Are offended by truth, it appears.
In powers they lie,
And spews out their lies,
But the Ass from progressives, begets jeers.
In the modern world, where libs’ lays.
The progressives beneath them, too lays.
They play with Crayons,
And cry when they breaks.
And suckered their feelings, they slayed.
In MAGA Country, where they pray for the Trump,
For God gave them, the Trumpet.
Libs cry safe space,
Progressives threats crimes,
And they screeches at the Tweets of the Trump.
In Washington DC, they March on their rump,
The Pink Hats abone on their bump.
In screeches they cry foul,
And left the place in a foul mess,
Now they stay home with their cump.
The Demon-cRats, they Fed,
Upon the people bed.
Now they gets Fat,
Upon their Fat Ass,
Now demands more for their Cat.