Poor little Donald

Screaming about the vote

“They’ve stolen the election

Now the Democrats will gloat.”

Poor little Donald

Filling ears with lies

“I only need 11,000 votes

Come on and help me, guys.”

Angry little Donald

Gives yet another speech

“They stole your votes,

They lied to you.”

And his followers said, “Preach.”

They marched upon the Capitol

They battered down the door

They busted through the windows

To even up the score

“I’ll be there with you,” said the Donald

But they didn’t know he’d lied

He was nowhere near the building

On the day that Sicknick died.

They say he laughed with joy and cheered

Watching it on screen

He never seemed to care that much

About other human beings.

His followers screamed for blood

And smeared feces on the wall

While the terrified lawmakers hid

Within those hallowed halls.

What a day for white supremacists

Trying to steal votes

From black and brown Americans

Because Trump’s loss got their goat.

Donald said he’d won

So they tried to make it true

Why make a white man suffer

When there’s minorities to screw?

To this very day they tell their lies

That the election wasn’t fair

They damaged our democracy

Not that they even care.

May Trump go down in history

As a whiny little brat

He wasn’t much as president

But he certainly was that.