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'Twas the night before... by Donald F. Narcissump Via Flickr: ‘Twas the night before Christmas and at the White House, the only thing stirring was a big fat old louse. He rose from his bed, he made such a clamor that it sounded like an elephant entered the manor. He paced and tweeted; he texted objection "I did not lose, I won this ELECTION!" Rudy said “YEAH!” but he felt some dejection. When out from the ghostly White House Walls did he hear someone saying softly, “Hey Donald, come near. Donald was not one to take such direction. He cowered in fear as he searched for some weapon. The voice it called louder and it seemed as if near saying to Donald, “You have no place here.” Donald was spooked he did not like rejection for Donald was one great big ball of self obsession. Donald decided that what he should do is call for Melania and get her to shoo… “Melania wake up.. there’s a ghost, did I mention? He wants us tah get out, right now, his directive!” Melanie turned in her own private room, “Oh Donald F#ck Christmas, you such a dumb boob.” He banged on her door but she had it locked tight She knew all the tricks and said, "He's not right." The voice it called again, it seemed in his ear, “Donald, you lost, you fool, get it clear!” Donald did not like the way this was headed He called out in fear, “I will have you beheaded.” For Don was deluded, he thinks he’s a king just look at his pompous gold toilet and ring; Donald was never what you would call smart he didn’t have feelings in his fat cold dead heart. When people said “Don, what could you be thinking?” He just laughed to himself; they must all be drinking. The kool-aid he served it rivaled all elikirs just look at his cabinet all big fat ass kissers. For Donald had done what no other could do he managed to con the far right and dumb too so seventy million depraved and dumb souls voted again for his mindless woes. The voice it grew softer as it faded away, “You’ll pay for your choices and burn long someday.” Donald he laughed as he went back to bed. For he already knew he was pretty much dead. His brain was a trash can, his wallet was plump, He couldn’t care less “This White House a dump!” Yes Donald was dumb but look what he did he rigged one election but luck didn’t strike twice for Everyone knew he was naughty not nice. So here is the close to this four years misdirection The Worst President in History only cared bout’ his small erection. **************** Based upon the poem A Visit from St. Nicholas BY CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE This series is available now via BLURB under the title NARCISSUMP The Malignancy Killing Democracy order here: www.blurb.com/b/9763758-family-book-standard-portrait 1Sixth.co Magazine and you can get the magazine, ebook/PDF by visiting the 1sixth site or this link: www.blurb.com/b/8449117-1-sixth Writing and Photo by Steve McKinnis of stevemckinnis.com