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There once was a man named Johnson,
Pardoned by Trump for his actions,
But then came the day,
He was sentenced away,
For the Capitol attack’s infractions.

There once was a band called Greta Van Fleet
Whose name was inspired by a feat
They dropped the N
And history began
Now their music is hard to beat

There once was a witness who saw
Gocaj, in the hole, start to sprawl
She kept screaming in vain
“I’m dying,” in pain
A tragic and harrowing squall

There once was a president flexing
Critics said things were “not going well”
His typical addition
Got some harsh criticism
For his actions, there was no blessing

There once was a man named Larry,
Whose rights were vindicated, so merry.
He said with elation,
In a proud declaration,
“My First Amendment rights, no need to tarry!”

There once was a host from CNN,
who pondered what might have been,
If Obama had done
what Trump’s now begun,
In a world of what-ifs now we’re in.

There once was a man named Chris Hayes,
Joined critics in a White House ballroom craze,
They suspect the project is shady,
More than just simple and lady,
A chorus of doubt in various ways.

There once was a senator from Texas
Who used rhetoric to perplex us
When asked about funds
For insurrectionist huns
He dodged the questions, oh how vexed us.

There once was a man named Greene wrote,
Whose secrets all came to denote.
Though the truth was hard to bear,
He found solace in the air,
Now his tale is clear, with gloat.

There once was a team in dismay,
Their response did not go the right way,
The president’s hopes were dashed,
Their strategy quickly smashed,
Their plans went astray, night and day.