Lap Dog Of The Gods.
The impeachment criteria’s been met,
Pelosi’s put the damning paperwork through.
Mitch gets the message, with much regret,
Deep down in his heart, he knows its true.
So, will Don pay his debt?
Payment for many sins, so long overdue?
But Mitch is Don’s precious pet,
A dumbly loyal pooch, who could argue?
Mitch tells Don not to fret,
He’s gonna deal with Nancy Shrew.
There will be no cause for upset,
Not with Mitch’s rose-tinted view.
The House will lose, that’s a sure bet
And Democrats will be left feeling blue.
No praise from the Master will Mitch get,
Better silently sittin’ than gettin’ a kick or two.
Hang dog Mitch knows it’s wrong to aid and abet,
Don’t ask Don if that’s immoral, Don has no clue.
It’s democracy inaction, lets not forget,
Actions in the long-term Mitch will rue.
But Mitch has dealt with Don’s threat-
Standing up to the big dog wouldn’t do.
Mitch don’t want to go see the vet,
He’s got little enough to hold on to.