Trump Made The Devil Cry
The Ballad of Trump's Redemption
The President went down to Georgia
he was looking for some votes to steal,
he was way behind, his ass was in a bind and
he was looking for some votes to steal.
He was the Republican President and he was on the run,
now the devils in the house of the rising sun.
He fought to the end until he had to go,
he hoped to stay but the people made him go.
The devil rose up one day and started looking for his pay,
even he was tired of listening to what the orange man would say.
The orange man told the devil it was time he got his due
because he and the politicians had done more damage than the devil even if
he were two.
The Devil looked at the orange man and asked him to prove his point
while the orange man and his staff all leaned back and smoked a joint.
The orange man told the devil, remember all those friends of mine,
Bill and Hillary, Gislaine, and Jeffrey, none of them ended up fine.
Hillary can't take an office no matter how hard she cries,
and Jeffrey's boners are a thing of the past even if he tries.
The Devil told the orange man "you've got a good point"
now clear me a seat and pass the damned joint.
The Devil reminded the orange man, even if all his works were true
there was one more deal that the devil made and it too has come due.
The Orange man scratched his head until his goofy hair began to fall out.
If he thought that it was over the devil underestimated his clout.
The orange man had a plan that included something new
because he was preparing the army for the war to make number forty-seven
a Trump presidency two.
The devil ran screaming, out of the Mara Lago he ran.
He smelled the doom of the Donalds' sinister plan.
Running back home the Devil felt safer in his hell
because Donald Trump was the horseman and he was ringing his mighty
bell.
The Devil finally relented and looked to the skies above,
begging God to save us all and promising all his love.
For even the devil knows the world was not ready for round two.
If the unthinkable happened the bowels of hell would be filled with the DC
few.
About the Creator
Jason Ray Morton
I have always enjoyed writing and exploring new ideas, new beliefs, and the dreams that rattle around inside my head. I have enjoyed the current state of science, human progress, fantasy and existence and write about them when I can.
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