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All the shit flying around recently recalled to me an old ditty that seems ripe for the times with few modifications.
There is a blind lady
There is a blind lady, she carries a ballance. Her passages got packed with republican malefeasance. Her sphincter finally gave way under the pressure, And o'er the Capitol dome rose a mushroom cloud of odure.
Chorus: Too-ra-li, too-ra-li, too-ra-lay, too-ra-lay, A rolling stone gathers no moss so they say, Sing along, sing along, with the birds, with the birds, It's a wonderful song but it's all about turds.
Well she ran to the window and stuck out her arse, Just at that moment a polititian came past, That poor old polititian was eating his pie, When a steaming hot turd hit him right in the eye.
Well he ran to the East and he ran to the West, When a further consignment hit him right in the chest, Well he fled to the North and he fled to the South, When a bloody great turd hit him right in the mouth.
The next time you walk over Woodrow Wilson Bridge, Look out for a polititan asleep on the ridge, His chest bears a plackard, around it these words, "Be kind to this GOP who's been blinded by turds"
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