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To: Qone0 who wrote (1479517)	8/20/2024 5:20:26 PM
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Hotel MAGA On a dark conservative highway, bitter wind in my hair Warm smell of Revenge, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim MAGA had come into sight There he stood in the doorway Tucker rang the mission bell And I was thinking to myself "This could be Heaven or this could be Hell" Then Tucker lit up a candle And he showed me the heartless way There were twitter voices down the corridor I thought I heard them say "Welcome to the hotel MAGA Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Trump has such a lovely face Plenty of room at the hotel MAGA Any time of year (any time of year) You can find Trump here" His mind is Tiffany-twisted, he got the Mercedes-Benz, uh He's got a lot of pretty, pretty girls that he and Epstein calls friends How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer, Vance jizz cups Some dance to remember, some dance to forget So I called up the GOP, "Please bring me my logic" He said, "We haven't had logic here since 2009" And still those voices in my social media calling from far away Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say "Welcome to the Hotel MAGA Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face They livin' it up at the Hotel MAGA Indicting the jan 6th MAGA's what a surprise (not a good surprise) Bring your alibis" Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink kool-aid on ice And last of logic said, "We are all just prisoners here of our own device" And in the Trumps chambers they gathered for the feast The truth, they stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast Last thing I remember, I was running for the door I had to find the passage back to the place my life was before "Relax," said the social media algo, "We are programmed to receive You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave"