How DT’s DTs (Delirium Tremens) trigger the growing, circular firing squad
Swarms of MAGA Destroyers-in-chief,
Debased by malice, hatred and grief,
Unearth their matchless lose-lose blunders,
To commit matchless worst-case plunders.
Betwixt chaos-driven nincompoops
And outlaw knaves playing shock troops,
Besieged Trumpers can’t buy a win:
So moral bankruptcy fuels their tailspin.
Absorbing nada from dire defeats
Suits feckless, arrogant deadbeats;
The more bizarre the MAGA fable,
The more desperate to finagle.
However rash, mindless and obscene—
Fiascos squashed by the Lie Machine.
Can hypocrites throttling the Bible
Not make its movement suicidal?
Confirmed, whatever Trump touches dies—
DOGE, ICE, kingship, Iran—death’s the prize.
Are two wasted impeachments not enough?
Will felons reign ‘til coffers are stuffed?
What nervy, mock rebels obey rules?
Thus justice left for losers and fools.
Fixations spell MAGA’s deathknell,
Defied by an irate ballot bombshell.
Folks tariffed to death shoulder the most,
Slashed benefits fire the great Trump roast.
What nation abides as trashed playpen?
The future demands we be born-again.
True justice trudges on with rough pace,
Rebirth demands we must demons face;
Hard for abused to save their own skins,
But good folks will discern losses from wins.
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