Don’t tell me not to laugh—it’s all too fitting,
A gilded float of fiction in a world he’s gaslighting.
He commandeered the date, the speech, the stage—
Wrapped grievance in bunting and lit it with rage.
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You’d think the Founders ordered him a throne,
With jets and flags and a wireless microphone.
He’s made a birthday into a soft coup charade—
So yes, I say it: please rain on Don’s parade.
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He puffs his chest like a self-crowned heir,
While truth and decorum gasp for air.
This isn’t pomp—it’s a courtroom masquerade—
Cue the storm. Please rain on Don’s parade.
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Let history crack like thunder through the spin,
Let satire march in sequins and violin.
Let rain reclaim the sacred and the sane—
Wash off the spray tan and rinse out the pain.
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Is this the republic… or a rerun of his feed?
Confetti can’t conceal subpoenas or misdeeds.
Truth deserves more than stagecraft and parade—
It deserves the storm we prayed.
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Don’t tell me not to laugh, I’ve held my tongue—
Through scandals, flags, and anthems left unsung.
If rain redeems, then bring the cavalcade—
Of thunder, truth… and rain on Don’s parade!
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Yes—please rain on Don’s… par-a-a-aade!
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