Twas the night before Christmas, next to a foreclosed house,
A family was camping, their dinner, a mouse.
They thought politicians should be hung high with care,
While they stayed socially distanced from others who were there.
Around the campfire, each wore a mask,
Ending the brainwashing would be no easy task.
The children were in sleeping bags, of Santa they dreamed,
Instead Bill Gates was coming, as the cold moonlight beamed.
He arrived in a sleigh packed with needles of harm,
The shots were all mandatory - a vaccination for each arm.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Bill hoped they’d all die, because he is such a jerk.
Then he sprang to his sleigh with a grin on his face,
Bill Gates would get even with the whole human race.
“On Pfizer, On Monsanto, On Fauci!” he shouted,
Bill was doing good work, it was not allowed to be doubted.
Away he flew, leaving the homeless in dread,
They thought Bill might be right after all, they’d be better off dead.
So while they should fight back with all of their might,
They instead faded gently into that goodnight.
Then up on the rooftop, there arose such a clatter
Goons were being shot with lead and that's all that mattered
All standing up for the Constitution with guns galore
maybe all it took is standing your ground when they come to your door?
and maybe more gore is all they can comprehend,
or the vicious seditious communist terror would have no end
soldiers marched straight into line,
lead by our God given rights on a mission so divine
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