Twas the night before Christmas and things started moving
The meds in my throat are now really quite soothing
The snake with twelve squeakers is waiting in silence
With the red rubber chicken, they're timing their entrance,
And Biggie and Lily will have such a day
With a new duck and rooster, they'll pull and they'll play
And I will be reading and watching the tube
As the Idiot Jerk becomes more of a boob
Oh wait, that's the wrong word, cause boobs can be nice
I should ask for Coulter's or Limbaugh's advice
Cause they know the hate words that scathe and that burn,
They use them to make the Idiot's brain churn
We all need a wall, they scream and they shout
What are you? a fuckhead? How can you have doubts?
"I'll shut down the government," he shouts out with glee
"This shutdown is mine as you sucker's can see!"
And Nancy and Chuck just sit there and smile
For just like in scrabble the proof's in the tiles
They're spelling impeachment, oh yes, that word fits
While Mueller's indictments give the Idiot Jerk shits
Our future looks brighter with each passing day
And like Biggie and Lily, we'll soon get to play.