To Loretta Lynch the obese grinch

A supreme court seat should be a cinch

A simple matter, acquit Hill the witch

To be granted power and keep her rich

A tarmac meeting to share details

Of how to deal with those emails

Quid pro quo, you cover me

And soon a seat will be made free

…Then along came DJT

A man not ruled by cabal money

He had a plan, executed well

And made their lives a living hell

Dreams of power that they had sought

Undone by one who won't be bought

No cheap labour for one and all

From incessant cries for a wall

No Communist judicial sway

Because he just won't go away!

More and more becomes unearthed

Of corruption they had birthed

Tribunals soon, the day is nigh

By the military they decry

Soon they'll beg, endless appeals

But we've already said NO DEALS

Merry Christmas Anons. Keep up the good fight!