Failed 2016 presidential candidate Hillary Clinton doubled down this week on calling half of former President Donald Trump’s supporters a “basket of deplorables.”
In shadows cast by dark whispered themes, Criminal Hillary had plotted such treasonous schemes. With decency traded for a mean dose of spite, She danced with betrayal, cloaked in the night.
Once a presidential candidate, now twisted and cold, She turned against all that her country does hold. A vendetta of Trump brewed deep in her veins, With hate and resentment, igniting her pains.
Honor, trust and morality she would try to sell, While enacting revenge, on a road paved to heII. In the grip of her rage, she had lost all her way, An enemy, a traitor, by the coup games she'd play.
While Trump stood strong, defending our land, Hillary betrayed it by her treacherous hand. In the end, what she gained was a resounding defeat, A bitter loss for her, but to deplorables so sweet.
Like a dictator, her lust for power uncontrolled, For a job she cannot buy, one she never will hold. Hillary's wretched legacy, now forever draped in shame, The tale of a pathetic loser who'd do anything for fame.