But into this Eden a loose cannon has wandered,
This bombast in blond who no thought has pondered,
Blowing his potshots and shrapnel afar,
Troubling the waters and changing what's par.
From a fan base he's built a troubling thick bog,
The adults now seeing this prince is no frog.
'Cause the Rubes, once tame, have gone and declared,
They're crossing the Rubicon and aren't a bit scared
To elect a candidate who might not be great,
But hates just as sharp the same things they hate,
Which include the adults who pull sundry strings,
And send guys to die for anonymous kings.
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