I think I shall now write this poem
The country HATES you, Kristi Noem!
We bid you farewell
Folks like you rot in hell
(And one day you’ll call that place “home”)
Markwayne’s your replacement.. this saga
might not end at all ‘cause he’s MAGA
He’ll finish your story
( without screwing Corey)
(Thus most sane folks aren’t going gaga)
Hey “Barbie”.. your short term was shitty!
(That’s justice for Good and for Pretti)
Your rage?? “ you can stick it
up THERE!” growls poor Cricket
And folks in that cold northern city
A goat says you’re “ baaaad”
( he ain’t wrong, bitch!)
We sigh, with relief, say “so long, witch!”
Let’s all make fist pumps
Shout, “You’re Next!” to the Trumps
I know this turned into a long pitch..
It’s true that I’m not her best fan, folks
( initials of HERS spell out “KLAN” folks)
My eyes won’t get misty
You’re out of here, Kristi!
But let’s think of ousting THAT man, folks!
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