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Dancing with Donald
We woke up dirty dancing
the sheets in disarray
our mouths were full of Trump
so there was nothing we could say
We watched the polls bob up and down
and clocked the time at three
there was a meeting with Obama
which made no sense to me
But who were we to argue
as we felt him surging in
states hotter than Hell's hairdo
while the jocks began to grin
We slid down to the floor
and bounced around the walls
the White House carpet's ruined
those stains could bust our balls
Then just as I was thinking
we were f****ed in the hardest place
he yanked us out and spat three times
then Twittered in our face
Well it might have been saliva
that helped the missile fire
but he must have tripped the button
so best get Putin on the wire
Now the wind farm's still an eyesore
while the wall is barely built
all hail Donald where's your trousers**
Are those nukes beneath that kilt?
** https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LozrF-EHf1Q
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