No Cyrus he, this Angloid king from Queens; In hate, they big him up to take a fall. His eagle visage loads the magazines Provoking hissy-fits of Fake-News gall. Despised by half; notorious to all And goading on his foes' hysteric scenes A hail of ****** insults hits the wall Unleashed by frothing cows and clueless teens. Such overused hyperbole grows weak, And tirades, through inflation, lose their worth To finally miss the target that they seek— While nations on the face of God's green earth (countries that define themselves with borders) Appallingly parade their own disorders.
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