Half the nation called him “President,”
the other nasty names.
He served his eight. The president
now could not stay the same.
Though the parties knew incumbency
Was guaranteed to end,
No single worthy candidate
Did either party send.
One candidate was famous,
a liar and cheat,
The other famous for being
as dishonest as he.
The news and truth got messy
in their public divorce
Though they still saw each other
On the side, of course.
So the land made a king of a
Big, windy, orange liar
and in making, made itself
A big dumpster fire.
Now we're left here, together
To pick up the pieces.
It's a task we must master for
The good of the species.
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