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Reptilian Ron and his Cult King Don
eager to "sort, detain, and deport 
illegal aliens” (just the worst sort)
Shirts stained with aioli, made plans most unholy
 
We’ll stretch razor wire and put up big tents
In treacherous swampland, beside the egrets
The great, the snowy, the cattle, the reddish
We'll sacrifice nest-land to feed our sick fetish

Surrounded by gators, mosquitos and snakes
Hurricanes, high temps to quell the jailbreaks
We’ll put them in tents of untested fabric
I’m sure they’ll survive by some kind of magic

ICE Barbie can pose for some really cool memes
While we tell everyone it’s not what it seems

Those aren’t women, children and auto mechanics,
Car washers dish washers hopeless romantics
Nail salon workers and local landscapers
They’re illegal immigrants lacking their papers

Alligator Alcatraz is where they belong
They'll survive if they're healthy, compliant and strong
We'll consider due process, but then they’ll be gone

brought to you, and enabled, by Rule of Lawler

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Photo source: Homeland Security

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