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I am glad when each Patriot says “impeach”! It will be perfectly all right If they also say “Indict!” Then jail him that night. Truth returns when he’s gone. Just goodness from then on. And then people of all colors Will re-learn to work together We can make that last forever. There’ll be a celebration Clear across this nation! Then the Republican side Will need to run and hide! We’ll hold our heads up high And bid him a loud goodbye. We’ll jail him and his pets And be sure to never let Americans ever forget We’ll take away his pension And never even mention His name without spitting. He’s lucky we’re not hitting Or kicking where he sits! There’ll be a celebration Clear across this nation! Then the Republican side Will need to run and hide! Take his awful brats when he leaves They did whatever they pleased; Their morals are so small, Those ugly acorns didn’t fall Far from the tree at all, He’ll sit on his golden throne Except for ****** him alone And tweet his ignorant tweets While the lawyers beat feet And sound a loud retreat. There’ll be a celebration Clear across this nation! Then the Republican side Will need to run and hide!
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Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC
LIBERATION CELEBRATION
I am glad when each Patriot says “impeach”! It will be perfectly all right If they also say “Indict!” Then jail him that night. Truth returns when he’s gone. Just goodness from then on. And then people of all colors Will re-learn to work together We can make that last forever. There’ll be a celebration Clear across this nation! Then the Republican side Will need to run and hide! We’ll hold our heads up high And bid him a loud goodbye. We’ll jail him and his pets And be sure to never let Americans ever forget We’ll take away his pension And never even mention His name without spitting. He’s lucky we’re not hitting Or kicking where he sits! There’ll be a celebration Clear across this nation! Then the Republican side Will need to run and hide! Take his awful brats when he leaves They did whatever they pleased; Their morals are so small, Those ugly acorns didn’t fall Far from the tree at all, He’ll sit on his golden throne Except for ****** him alone And tweet his ignorant tweets While the lawyers beat feet And sound a loud retreat. There’ll be a celebration Clear across this nation! Then the Republican side Will need to run and hide!
brent-kincaid
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Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC
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