The 2020 Election, by Donald Trump

The 2020 Election, by Donald Trump


We had to do Jan. 6, the courts were blind,

Democrats have stolen votes forever,

It's been happening since time out of mind,

LBJ, Daley--they pulled your lever.


Mail ballots are a Dumocrat swindle,

With harvesting it's Katie bar the door,

You gotta fight with fire, not Kindle,

C'mon we gotta win, this is a war.


My whole life the Dumocrats have cheated,

They've got the profs and the dirty dealers,

By their crap I will not be defeated,

'24 avenged me 'gainst the stealers.


If I'd rolled over I would have been done,

I'd have been yesterday's news, like Bush One.

 




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