Dear Abby, Dear Abby,
I spent lots to win.
Over budget in spite of
All the money I raked in.
If the donors forgive me,
I can cackle like sin.
And raise 2 billion more,
So I can run again.
Signed, Kamala
John Prine, cool.
Kamala, Kamala,
You have no complaint.
You are what you are
And you ain’t what you ain’t.
So listen up beeotch,
And listen up good.
Stop wishing for miracles
And get gone for good.
Signed, Dear Abby
ping