Don’t forget South Carolina.
Don’t bring back my damn angina!
Racist-sounding temper tantrums
Got the black folks beating war drums.
Not for me, for him, my sore spouse.
Now it’s he who’s in the White House.
Maybe, though, it’s just as well,
Co-presidency sounds like hell.
Give me a break! Share the power?
You’re the one who ought to flower.
Oh yeah? Then what’s with Kim Jong Il?
You made him look quite good, my Bill.
Much more loose, composed, my Hillary.
To let loose missiles at Hawaii?
What a fairy tale, my soul mate.
Who’s not co-secretary of state.
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