Teardrops on snowflakes, with fear, they are smitten
Panicky omens, in song form, they’re written
Cursing the darkness with candles nearby
Rushing about with a hue and a cry

Horrors imagined, they’re out of their noodle
Craving a safe space, to hide out and doodle
Quivering masses, in fetal recline
Buttercups utterly out of their minds

Girls with white placards, “Trump popular loser”
Organized pogrom to terrorize choosers
Protesters marching for their puppet king
Soros, their master, is pulling their strings

When they’re crying or they’re sighing
Or their hands they wring
It’s simply a gimmick, a ruse they employ
Whenever they’re feeling had.

Buttercups drift in a fog, quite confusing
I find their torment so highly amusing
Trump Derangement is a perilous thing
Madness induced by reality’s sting


World comes down, crashing, while teeth they are gnashing
Act all indignant for paychecks they’re cashing
Bleating and mewling and whining galore
After a while it becomes such a bore

Poor precious Snowflake, your plight is appalling
This situation is one you find galling
There, there my darling, I feel your pain
I'd sympathize, but for one little thing

When Obama caused me trauma
And I said “How can this be?”
Why, You smirked at me and you said in that tone
Oh! Come now, it’s not so bad.