Merry, merry, merry
quite a contrary piggy
my fist won’t open.
My fist is glued jiggy.
*
I gave you borders, sealed
tight as my jaw.
I gave you trillions.
I broke none of your laws.
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Trillions.
Say it back to me.
Trillions!
Louder, you crazy bastard flunkies
*
The scum, the scum, the radical scum—I call them scumbumblers
even them I bless
teeth grinding, dice tumblers
perverts, I can only guess
*
merry, merry, merry
Do you see the numbers?
The terrible numbers climbing?
No thanks to those fed Biden loving fumblers.
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GDP like a father saying ‘good boy’
two points better than last time,
two points, better than you
why won’t you say it, slime?
*
Two points, damn you!
No inflation. No crime.
No men where men shouldn’t be.
Wives tell me it’s sublime.
*
Everything finally quiet.
Why is it so quiet?
Respected, respected—
perhaps like that guy Wyatt
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Perhaps like never before,
perhaps like nobody ever knew,
my clenched fist for Christmas,
my final screw you boohoo
*
The fist won’t open.
God bless me
God bless Putin
The star is on the tree
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The East Wing is gone.
My gift to posterity
Merry Christmas, America.
Welcome to prosperity
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