Many thanks - and apologies - to the the great John Prine
for his tune “The Great Compromise”
I knew a man who was still just a baby
Earned billions by just bein’ born
After turning those billions to millions
Led a country that’s so horribly torn.
Well he lived in a gilded casino
Owned hotels all over the world
Never learned that his constantly bragging
Still couldn’t polish a turd.
Well, we could’ve not had Pres Shitgibbon
Destroying all we held dear
But some thought he’d get rid of them others
Muslims, Messkins, and queers.
Now he told us to beat up those traitors
Who refused to accept all his lies
Like newsmen and good politicians
Anyone who weren’t HIS guys.
Now some folks will call me a traitor
Cos I voted to see him sent home
But I’d rather be one of them traitors
Than one of the Shitgibbon’s own.
We can still get rid of Shitgibbon
And end his attempts to be king
To send him packing to Moscow
To fulfill his long desired fling
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