Traitors did their bidding
While they tried to stay hidden
Asking for pre-emptive pardons
While watering terrorist gardens
Who the fuck are they kidding?
Gave everything that he had
Even when things looked futile and sad
A one-man Wolfpack at times
As he looks for new mountains and climbs
For Dereon Seabron, let's be glad
Injuries becoming a thing
As the Mets take wing
Running outta depth
A roster bereft
A revealing West Coast swing
You've never been a fit
Because you don't really do shit
With existential "thoughts" you smother
But we don't need a den mother
Do something and stick a sock in it
Can you buy a spine
On the taxpayer dime?
Because Merrick Garland is in need
Down his leg he's peed
History will crucify him in time
Last time ...
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