A dedication to the angry orange on behalf of the American people!

In honor of your memorable job performance, I have taken the liberty of writing you a song. It’s set to the them music of Dr. Seuss’s How the grinch Stole Christmas. Feel free to sing along if you’d like! You're a mean one, Mr. Trump, You defile the POTUS seal! You're as cuddly as a cactus, You're as charming as an eel, Mr. Trump. You're a bad hombre with an upcoming election to steal! You're a monster, Mr. Trump. You put children into cells! Your brain is full of spiders, When you move you set off alarm bells, Mr. Trump. I wouldn't lift a finger to save you when your testimony, Congress compels! You're a vile one, Mr. Trump. You’ve got Bubba’s semen in your smile! You have all the tender sweetness Of a seasick pedophile, Mr. Trump. Given the choice to make you do anything, I'd take the release of your Epstein file! You're a foul one, Mr. Trump. Your diaper’s full of funk! Your heart is full of unwashed socks, Your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Trump. The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote: "Traitor! Dictator! Chump!" You're a rotter, Mr. Trump. You're the “king,”… of sinful sots! Your heart's on Epstein’s island With decayed babies in sandy plots, Mr. Trump. Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable Mangled up in intestinal knots! You nauseate me, Mr. Trump, With a nauseous super "sour!" Your friends are all enabling Nazis, With their eyes on White House power, Mr. Trump. You're a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich Made with Monsanto corn flour! The end!