CHAPTER 318

Aye, Trump, 
you filthy, bloody traitor!
May they hang you by your balls
from the gallows
constructed by the vigilantes
to lynch your political adversaries.
Aye, Trump,
you traitor,
you filthy, bloody traitor!
you traitor,

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