Oh Dear God, please help us!
What a nightmare!
The Wreck of The Edmund Fixed-Biden
The legend lives on from Dominion on down
of the big fraud they call come and get me;
the vote, it is said, never ignores the dead,
for they certainly will help elect me.
With a load of b.s. and a paid off press
I can pretty well do what I want to,
That president Trump turned into my chump
when the vote of November came early.
The vote was the pride of the American side
so I called up my friends in Toronto,
they said press this knob, and you’ll finish the job,
every vote worth a couple, hey pronto.
Concluding the night with a vote dump not right,
but by then everybody was sleeping,
you can be quite sure that by 2024
not a freeper will be freeping.
The vote total grew, until everyone knew,
that the result was bogus and faulty,
The president said he would never concede,
his language was oftentimes salty.
As CNN gloats, they discover more votes
at the Maritime Sailors Cathedral,
does anyone know where the votes of Trump go,
when the votes of November come early?
Now thirty-two states have approved the wrong slates,
and eighteen are fixing to leave soon,
As Chairman Xi laughs, I am cut in for half,
and I hope Hunter’s willing to share some.
That Kamala seems nice, I have talked to her twice,
says she makes quite a fancy lasagna,
I’m having some now, hey it’s good holy cow,
Hey Jill, it’s been good to know ya.