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The Orange man’s an alien, there I said it straight,
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The deepest of conspiracies, since Nixon’s Watergate.
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How else then can you explain, the torch light up the ass,
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Or the bucket load of orange spray, to cover his gray mass,
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He’s a grifter, he’s a drifter, possibly a shape shifter,
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And we hope he goes to jail, and doesn’t come out.
He just wanted to drain the swamp, so his saucers they could land,
Make Aliens Govern Again, was what he really planned.
The home he has in Florida, is a secret space port,
Mare Lago inter-stellar fights, now that’s a scary thought,
They say he stole some documents, to sell on to his mates,
The Saudi’s and the Russians, but the truth now I’ll relate,
He took them for intelligence, beyond the human ken,
Extraterrestrial orange humanoids, will rule the earth again.
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