The Hindenburg is crashing
Its headed for a Florida dump
Instead of a famous airship
This time its name is Trump
The gasbag is exploding
The horror of Flaming golden hair
On twitter and to his adoring crowds
He's spewing CoVi everywhere
To be on the crew of Air Force One
Confined with the Spreader in Chief
Hopefully when the election is over
If they're not infected they can breathe a sigh of relief
Their service was a sentence of death
When he's in a home for the criminally insane
They can breathe one pure clean breath
Fox news will do the post mortem on the political remains
Fox will sing elegies for their genius
Put him on the deck of a Viking ship
Set it aflame and push it out to sea
The lemmings are all following
Der Doofus to the sea
They drank the purple koolaid
To end four years of misery
They're abandoning him like the Titanic
They said he was their sacred cow
But the lifeboats are filled with russians
What will they ever do now
Republican senators have new songs to sing
As their poll numbers start to crash
Even talking about liking existing preconditions
And their new healthcare plan or some new kind of rash
So hopefully this production of the greatest loser
Will end this surreal television show of pain
And when he's rotting in a prison or grave
he can make America great again.
But don't get your hopes up
It's not yet election day
They can still steal this election
When the Russians come to play
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