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In Puerto Rico, the archbishop stands tall,
Calling Trump for a sorely owed call.
With humor abounding,
But respect’s still resounding,
He demands a direct word, that’s all!

In the race for the White House so grand,
Vance took a bold, humorous stand.
Offensive jokes, he said,
Don’t fill him with dread,
He’s over the woes that they’d planned!

In a rally where laughter turned grim,
Trump threw towels, his actions quite dim.
Puerto Rico he snubbed,
With comments that rubbed,
While Marc Anthony spoke on a whim.

He condemned the poor treatment with flair,
And endorsed Harris with deep-rooted care.
For the island’s plight vile,
He stood strong with a smile,
For justice and truth he declared!

Bezos faced quite the fuss,
For not backing the paper he trusts.
The Post took some heat,
As subscribers retreat,
Now he’s pondering how to adjust!

In twenty-twenty, the ballots flew,
With mail-in votes breaking right through,
But the post cried, “Take care!
Check your addresses fair,
Or your vote may not count like you’d rue!”

At the Garden, old Trump took the stage,
With insults that echoed his rage.
Rude jabs filled the night,
Not a civil sight,
As he rampaged in outlandish age.

In D.C. stands a strange tiki torch,
A tribute that’s causing a scorch,
For Trump’s bold embrace,
Of hate’s vile face,
While the nation’s ideals they besmirch.

In sorrow, his mother did share,
A call that brought heartache and despair,
“His fate felt so clear,
We lost one so dear,
Yet his laughter still lingers in air.”

In Virginia, a governor sought,
To purge voters, his grand plan was fraught.
But the court gave a shout,
“No purge, there’s no route!”
Now up to the Supreme Court, it’s brought!

At a rally in NYC’s great sway,
AOC had some words to convey.
She warned of their schemes,
And stoked fervent dreams,
Cautioning, “Don’t lead hearts astray!”