We will tell you when to listen, we will tell you what to say.
We will decide who you will vote for, Orange Man is not okay.
He's a victim of our biased justice, of our kangaroo courts.
He can't win the next election, we will not permit his elocution.
He will face endless prosecutions and neverending torts.
We're the masters of hypocrisy, the truth we'll leave in shards.
We'll see that Trump's convicted, we're holding all the cards.
We'll accuse Trump of being Hitler, of doing what we've done.
Everyone will be amazed at how easily the truth is spun.
We're the masters of hypocrisy, we're the masters of deceit.
We'll guarantee that Trump's presidency never can repeat.
You'll get only what we give you, we need money more than you.
You're  allowed to question nothing, it could be curtains if you do.
The sooner you accept our sick agenda, the happier you'll be.
Donald Trump's out of the picture, so don't be barking up that tree.
Our actions will not be disputed, our scruples never doubted.
Your heads must nod in agreement with every lie we've spouted.
Our dream is a commie heaven, where d-rats rule the roost.
Where our heads will swell with pride and our ego's never bruised.
D.L. Crockett -- 1/20/24