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Defensive, Trump reverts to what he knows:
unfounded slurs on Haitian immigrants.
A party in its last convulsive throes
prayed vainly that he'd step aside for Vance.
Police report: Ohio's pets are fine--
as long as Bobby Jr stays away.
Trump blindly parrots someone else's line;
what writers in the Kremlin wrote, he'll say.
Rhetorically, she dangled juice bait;
he scowls, and snarls, and rolls his eyes, and frowns.
And we the People must adjudicate
between the People's lawyer, and the clown.
The prosecutor smiles for all to see:
Muenchausen's poster-child, hooked on tv.