“Trump Is Crooked, Yippie Ki Yay”
(A Ballad for Bruce from Texas)
Trump is crooked, Yippie Ki Yay!
Bruce from Texas types away each day.
With fury and fire in every tweet,
He swears Trump’s crimes could fill a fleet.
He calls him Devil, tyrant, fraud,
While praising law like it's a GOD.
But here’s the twist that makes it odd—
Trump’s never once heard of ol’ Bruce’s blog.
Two hundred thousand posts and more,
Bruce rants like never before.
Sunrise to midnight, no time to play,
He’s typing Trump tales ‘til the break of day.
Obsessed? Perhaps. Unwell? Maybe.
Bruce needs a hobby. Or a ukulele.
A dog, a walk, a book, a friend—
Something to bring the saga to end.
For Trump won’t read what Bruce has penned,
He’s golfing, grinning, plotting again.
And Bruce? Still scrolling, full of doom,
Yelling at ghosts from his Twitter room.
So here’s to Bruce, brave and loud,
A solo trumpeter lost in the crowd.
He says Trump’s evil, and maybe he’s right…
But Bruce, get some sun. Touch grass. See light.
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