MEADOWS and QUARTERBACK McENTEE

Flabbergastingly fanatically cheering „For He’s a Jolly old Fellow”
is the depleted Staff for ex-Prez’s Chief of Staff Mark Meadows.
He chased all down his rabbit hole to overturn the 2020 election
building a case for Pence to single-handedly ricochet a deflection.
Meanwhile peering through the personnel was an ex-quarterback
picking out with paranoia and mistrust individuals like a demoniac.
Only the brainless hero-worshipers remained silenced by fear
as all ideas which did not appease the baboon had to disappear.
Carrying his wishes and dastardly concepts with his lopsided luggage
tidying his fallen crumbs while arranging trips entangled in rummage.
Listening to his claims of fascistic progressives and left-wing agitators
keeping his task force in check training them to be punkie perpetrators.
Mark calculated no peaceful transition of power. In the atrocious aftermath
he observed the pigeons all playing like white doves in a January birdbath.
Rolling in unrest throwing his pillow out the window and over his noggin
losing sleep over his iniquitous plans while after midnight he went jogging.
Plus the injust Jock decided to manipulate the entire irrational entourage
to remain silent as Trump’s attempts turned into a form of pure sabotage.
On the top of a cream-covered apple pie cute Jenna Ellis turn on the pressure
as a poor man from Indiana wished he was in Wyoming for some other pleasure.
Only by virtue of an ex-Vice did he find his mission from our illustrious Dan Quayle
giving him a lesson in the constitution so our chosen Biden could then prevail.
The passer from Connecticut University took on his sortie to destroy the Pentagon
and present Esper with a dilemma of a military coup hence came our leprechaun.
He decisively won with his Indian princess whom we all learned to dearly cherish
as Cedric Richmond lays down the principles of each Christian God-loving perish.
We send our invocations to our Mother Mary who will graciously forgive our sins
healing us from our predicaments with a touching melody from Gabriel’s mandolin.
We needn’t fret for the solution is appearing above sweet Venus on the horizon
raising our hopes as our climate calms and our spirits will then be heightened.
The unraveling of the horrors brings us to the wonderful amazing realization.
Each baby holds the scepter to invoke our golden era of collective communication.
Answerable prayers are begotten and take wing to the ears of our faithful Father
who receives our humble supplications as we bring our ship safely to harbor.