Long distance information give me Precinct 23.
Help me change some tallies that our phone apps could not see.
They blamed it on a blunder, but I told them who to call,
‘Cause my uncle fudged some numbers and he wrote them on the wall.
Help me information, fix the count in Precinct 3.
That’s the only place the smart phones worked, where Bernie won barely.
The count is on the high side, give it one more nudge.
Not a chance they’ll find us out, the “win” to Booty-judge.
Help me information, glad that Hawkeyes cannot add.
Now we’re in the Granite State, Biden’s leaving sad.
For Pocahontas, even worse, with all that stuff for free.
We’re torn apart and sinking fast, the Democrat Par-tee.
Last time we had a chance, Schiff and Nadler went awry.
With hurry up impeachment plans that bounced back in their eye.
Now Trump is clearly on his way, information please,
Four more years he’ll take his calls in Washington, DC.
bttt
Good one.
Songs that come to mind reflecting on the 2020 dnc diarrhea-fest:
“Laugh, Clown, Laugh”
“I Haven’t Got Time for the Pain”
“The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald”
Any socialist/communist anthem of your liking
“Highway to Hell”
“You Don’t Know Me”
Well done!