Now that the shit hit the fan,
You are simply just a man.

Although we hate you,
And for good reason,
Ya know,
Borderline treason.
Theirs started after the coup,
And they wasted no time,
Ya know,
Similar to your crime,

They see you as a traitor,
And if we are honest,
Who can blame them?

You fed them lies and hate,
And you even cleaned their plate.
Four years on your 'Merica diet,
And you condemn them for being violent?

The part I find most ironic,
In ways, almost iconic,
Is how after all this time,
Through the thick and thin,
They got under your paper skin.

Now you are hated by both sides,
And they will find where their traitor hides.
You now know what Trumpism really is.
And it is the sweetest poetic justice.

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