Two million people walked that day
to the National Mall,
They came in search of hope and dreams,
they came to answer the call.
Some tired of standing so they climbed
on a potty owned by Don,
Eight years later, the new president
wouldn’t share his name with a john.
The man spoke of redemption, of optimism,
some things were left unsaid,
Though cold outside, many felt the heat
of 400 years that few could tread.
Eight years later, most are in better shape,
Though many don’t agree,
The election caused stress, some even said
The new man enjoyed the pee.
So as we divide into different camps,
Some say we have all lost,
But when you can tweet like Tweedledum,
You know who is the boss.
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