When Alec mistook your name,
my laughter was laced with shame.
From snarky comedians
to desperate republicans,
you're the pawn in a cynical game.

Voices from Main Street:

from The Rumplemiss:

The shouts of the flock she condones,
while presiding atop her throne,
sowing the conflict of class
from a house of glass,
while the congregation throws the stones.

from Lightning:

There once was a beauty queen mayor
who unblinkingly took McCain's dare.
She entered the race
crying "God bless the base!"
but America needs more than a prayer.

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