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Not a lobbyist was stirring, talking heads quieted on TV;
The streets mostly empty and traffic simmering down,
But somewhere in the White House, a leader sat with a frown.
Thoughts coming forward, tumbling out of his head,
“Poor me,” he tweeted from the cell in his lap,
No one understands: heavy is the head that wears the red cap.
Because insecure tweets from free leaders actually matter.
Worst trading in the holiday’s history, the record books show,
And instability is somehow scarier when the treasury secretary phones it in from Cabo.
There’s something brewing even on this, the most peaceful night in the land.
There are investigations to conclude, and others just beginning.
It could soon become harder to proclaim from Twitter: “Winning!”
He doesn’t talk to reporters or anyone else.
Instead with a team of investigators and attorneys,
The man, Bob Mueller, delivers only indictments on his journey.
Manafort, Papadoplous, Gates & Michael Flynn,
Richard Pinedo & even personal attorney Michael Cohen
There’s van der Zwaan & Patten & a whole slew of Russians,
Who hacked & stole, you know the discussion!
Time to determine whether it’s actually obstruction by POTUS.
So, tonight, on Christmas Eve as you sit with family gathered round,
Hark! Listen close, you’ll hear a familiar sound.
"I say this to all of you: itsa witch hunt"
Your ears dont fool you nor do your eyes
But do yourself a favor,enjoy time here while still alive
Turn off phones, put politics out of sight
Merry X-mas ya filthy animals & to all a good night