Conservative nation all gloomy and blue,
wondering how this could happen to you?
Here stands before you, your leader of men;
when he opens his mouth, it's like farts in the wind.
The poor are alright, he's got them a net,
the rich are just fine, no need to fret.
Firing the help, helps with his smile;
what kind of man, what kind of guile?
Karma is why Mitt is on top,
You sowed the seeds, now harvest your crop.
Republican power made America sick,
engaged us in war with lies and a trick.
You gave to the rich who are starving for gold,
and left the children behind, along with the old.
Now here you are with your turd on a stool;
my what a dumbass, my what a fool.
Hell of thing to name your kid Mitt,
republicans beware, you deserve what you get.
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