Weinstein's....earth-shake'n
....So too....Al Franken
But quiet on self and Judge Roy
....Pious......and biased
Asking God...why...us...
Subjected...to this devious ploy
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The epitome of deceit
....Where....is the tweet
Of the Tweeter-In-Chief
When Moore's indiscreet
Though messy one's shelf
....'Tis everybody...else
And less about Moore
And nothing about self
....Mum.....is the word
Hypocritically absurd....
Quiet...is the loudest sound
....Silence....ever...heard
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Thus biased...yet pious
....Asking God...why...us
Perhaps some twisted kind of joy
Weinstein's....earth-shake'n
....So too....Al Franken
But quiet on self and Judge Roy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem