The Epstein Files announcement debacle has turned MAGA influencer against MAGA influencer, and may have split the MAGA Cult.
Nursery Rhyme: “The Writers Who Cried Trump”
Trump and Epstein went to play,
In every headline, every day.
Writers wrote with ink so thin,
They forgot to wipe their own damn chin.
Mama says it’s time to grow,
Stop the echo, let it go.
Every tale’s the same old song,
Do you write, or just drag on?
Newsmen chant with fevered sass,
But Mama still must wipe their ass.
Truth gets buried, wit runs dry,
When all you print is “who, what, why.”
There’s a world beyond that door,
But lazy pens just beg for more.
Trump and Epstein, rinse, repeat,
No fresh thoughts, just tired deceit.
So hush now, scribes, take off the mask,
Try telling stories that dare to ask.
The page is wide, the ink runs deep,
Stop rocking readers back to sleep.
Nursery Rhyme: “The Writers Who Cried Trump”
Trump and Epstein went to play,
In every headline, every day.
Writers wrote with ink so thin,
They forgot to wipe their own damn chin.
Mama says it’s time to grow,
Stop the echo, let it go.
Every tale’s the same old song,
Do you write, or just drag on?
Newsmen chant with fevered sass,
But Mama still must wipe their ass.
Truth gets buried, wit runs dry,
When all you print is “who, what, why.”
There’s a world beyond that door,
But lazy pens just beg for more.
Trump and Epstein, rinse, repeat,
No fresh thoughts, just tired deceit.
So hush now, scribes, take off the mask,
Try telling stories that dare to ask.
The page is wide, the ink runs deep,
Stop rocking readers back to sleep.