Another toxic woman bites the dust,
And none too soon for us to be a purgin’
The politicians who have betrayed us:
Good riddance to corrupt Nikita Sturgeon.
She couldn’t tell us what a woman was,
She still can’t tell you what a woman is,
But now she’s gone, thank God, and all because
Of that absurd trans-person rapist biz.
South of the Border, Posie Parker roars,
Across The Pond, real women celebrate,
Down Under there is riotous applause
At this corrupted politician’s fate.
Can you hear the cheers from Scotland the Brave?
Replace her, but not with another knave!
February 16, 2023
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