Our eyes bay doors rolled up
Awakened from a long nap
A definite rude awakening
A brand-new day, a shaking
The brat on the kings’ saddle
The nations boat to paddle
His wives and hoes all cheered
And at some they jeered
Some hearts were rocked by thunder
As their eyes gazed in wonder
This day cut short our nap
The sun zoomed in to say what’s up
The brat himself, all eyes elevated
Learning he was in power voted?
Most bros at the ballot did not show
Their choice in vote they did not sow
And it all sounded like comedy
As progressed this prodigy
The Trump trumpet loudly blared
Distorted notes it shared
Oh God, let us out of this boat
My mind can barely float
Too bad it will take four years
To roll away our tears
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