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Run, my dear, it’s Uncle Joe

Sniffing all your little girls

Laps them up like yellow snow

Fingering their precious curls

The only thing that gets him out of bed anymore

Is the aroma of a fresh-picked schoolyard whore

Innocence his fodder

Sustenance your daughter

Hands invading space

Writ across her face

Perversion great renown

Ripping through your gown

Sniffing little girls

Fingering their curls

Joe, friend of Strom Thurmond

Pointless in the end

Four more years of pain

When the cycle starts again

Pick-a-pedo games

Shadows in Ukraine

Voted for DOMA

Hunter’s Burisma

Joe, failure to the cause

Racist drug-crime laws

One chance we had got

And this man it is not

What the people need

Least all Tara Reade

Say it to her face

You malarkey disgrace