T’was the night before election and all through the house, not a creature was stirring not even a louse.
The rags were all shoved in the cracks in the walls, in the hope the cold wind wouldn’t freeze us all.
And Mama in the bed with the eight kids too, were just coming down with this years flu.
When out on the lawn there arise such a clatter, I tore the rags from the door to see what was the matter.
When what to my watering eyes should appear, but a little old wino just swilling a beer.
With a horrid stench that drive me through the door real quick, I knew in a moment I was going to be sick.
His skin was all wrinkled, his body so hairy, I thought to myself “He’s got Beri, Beri”.
He told me a story that he held quite dear, about President Trump, and then about beer.
”I once had a good job, home and a car, but I voted Republican and since have come far”.
Trump, Trump Jr. and Mr. Pence too, told many lies of what we should do.
”They told us our country was heading for a fall, and wanted to secure a good life for us all”.
”They spoke of prosperity and all being employed, but forgot to tell us our new lives of joy”.
They said, “Tell them the country looks fine but is sick, then get them to vote but do it real quick”.
”They’ll wake up tomorrow and see what was done, but that’ll be after the election has been won”.
They told us,”Vote Trump. He’s got what it takes, but neglected to tell us of all his mistakes”.
“So Trump got elected and Republicans too, and I started drinking and so will you”.
They said,”They’re stuck with us now they’ll suffer and cry, but we’ll blame it on Clinton and that Obama guy”.
”Clinton was a Democrat, she’d help the poor old and sick. What’s the percentage in that, just do ‘e-mail in quick”.
The old folks are sick, they need lots of drugs”. Just sweep the medical issues right under the rugs”.
”We’ve got to have peasants and slaves for our wives. We’ve got to have poor without any lives”.
”Minimum wage is enough for the poor, why do they think they need anymore?”.
”Tell them we care for the middle class too, when they lose their jobs well all go “Boo Hoo”.
”Give ‘e-mail back taxes on their yearly check so they think the economy isn’t a wreck.
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