Incompetence
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Nobody thought the man could win,
that King of Broken Things,
but he showed his vulgar mind
and gave our demons darker wings.
America knew this man was evil
just not to which degree,
Yesterday the wind blew
Fourthousand Sixhundred and Fourty Five
In a cardboard box
We lie awake
With our eyes sowed shut
By strings that hang from above
Like puppets we lie