Midnight dark for old US
Rabid animal dread
Addled rapists and racists
Braying of “greatness”, but it’s dead
Feckless dolts are these rat goons
Whining bunch o’ sluts
Sing an “Uber Alles” tune, we’re doomed
And sic’d upon by mad mutts

A con, batshit is this dreck
That won’t go away
The cons can’t be kept in check
Can’t keep check on dreck
Stooges are a cancer
Each, a yellow streak
Trunt, two-guys-jerking dancer, ambler
Barely walks, he’s so weak

He bows to Vladdie often
At the rat’s beck and call
At the ready to attend him, he’ll be bendin’
To take it up the back hall

Takes in lots of Mafia money
As well, many bribes
He keeps his buccal channel oh so
Open, like a bride’s

All cons is the batch o’ dreck
That won’t go away
The cons can’t be kept in check
Can’t keep check on dreck

Midnight ’tards for sold US
Brain-dead cabinet heads
Vlad-lick racists and traitors
Taking the US to its death