There once were some people, the worst,
Getting paid with taxpayers’ purse,
By Todd Blanche they’re funded,
Hank Johnson’s confounded,
Their greed brings the nation’s outburst.
There once was a VP so grand,
Who praised a world leader firsthand.
Applause was so loud,
It astonished the crowd,
They thought he’d pledged fealty unplanned.
There once was a fund, it’s been said
For victims of lawfare, Trump’s dread
Ten billion lawsuit dropped
With IRS, the fund’s topped
Help for those who’ve been targeted, they’re fed
There once was a warning so bold,
To banks and gov’ment we’re told,
Look out for those folks,
With no legal yokes,
Opening accounts, loans, credit they hold.
There once was a law from Minnesota,
That banned prediction markets, no quota.
No trading on sports,
Or emergencies of sorts,
Or on pop culture outcomes, a big brouhaha.
There once was a candidate named Bob Brooks
In a swing district, he had great looks
With Shapiro and Bernie in tow
His campaign sure did grow
In Pennsylvania, he’s a hit on the books
In California, no ID they require,
Voting’s easy, no need to perspire,
Social media did boast,
But their claims were engrossed,
In the truth, they were caught in the mire.
There once was a chief analyst bold,
Who on Monday did truth unfold,
“They have turned against Trump,”
He did slyly stump,
In data his words were not cold.
There once was a cop named Fanone
Accusing Trump of a buyout thrown
To violent criminals to act
On his behalf, a twisted pact
In his department’s move, truth is shown.
There once were two teens of great fright,
Who chose to end their own plight,
In a car they were found,
Lives tragically unbound,
A sad end to a violent night.