You know who they are, there is no need for their tarnished names
They may appear as outwardly different, but inside are the same
Vacationing on eternal ego trips, while playing self-destructive mind games
Having achieved a measure of political success, with its dubious fame
Trumplicans remain graceless souls, always part of life’s cancerous mass
Affirming an immoral uniqueness, though stuck in the same deranged class
With delusions of grandeur, while appearing just like a horse’s ass
And steering clear of self-awareness, Oh that transparency of glass!
Spewing words of false wisdom, but with Trump’s rabid dog bark
Seeking to rewrite the truth, but on life’s script still leaving just a shit mark
Believing they’ve seen light, but, if so, why is their life always so dark?
Needing more purifying inner flames, while snuffing every healing spark
They think that they have blossomed, yet not possess Truth and Love’s flower,
They hope for a life carried by the river of sweetness, forcing others to wade through the sour
Never realizing that, over a truth-less life, they only hold imaginary power
They run and hide from reality, while living in Trump’s ivory white supremacist tower
Repugnantlicans bring up life’s rear, though still thinking that they are first
From innumerable lies they siphon off the best, sowing chaos, confusion, and the worst!
They still think that their immorality should be blessed, yet they will find that they are cursed.
They are just overblown toxic gas bubbles, just waiting to be burst!