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Trump’s January 6 insurrection


To the editor:

(With apologies to Rudyard Kipling)

You may talk o’ gin and beer   

When you’re quartered safe out ’ere,   

But we were sent to fight the traitors at the gates

And when it comes to facing slaughter   

We will do our work as ordered

An’ we’ll lick the bloomin’ boots of them that helps us.   

But we fought no foreign enemy

Who rioted for supremacy

We faced an evil cult called Donald Trump.

It was Trump, Trump, Trump,

That limpin’, lying lump of malice, Donald Trump

You ’eathen, where the mischief ’ave you been?   

You been plannin’ your next riot

Now with guns you’re gonna try it

But you’ll be hiding where it’s quiet

Such a coward lets his lackeys lose their lives.

You feeble, shameful miscreant, Donald Trump

Though we’ve ripped you and mocked you

By the livin’ Gawd that made you,

You’re even worse than we imagined, Mr. Trump.

Michael J. Gorman


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