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A president grinned with delight,
At a Speaker who’d not put up fight.
“With my whims he complies,
And repeats all my lies—
It’s like ventriloquism done right!”

In Congress, the gavel now hums,
To the tune of a man who still drums.
For each MAGA decree,
Mike nods dutifully—
As democracy twiddles its thumbs.

“I’m both Speaker and Chief!” Trump declared,
And his cronies all clapped, unimpaired.
Johnson smiled from the side,
With obedience wide—
For rebellion? He’d never have dared.

As the government shuttered once more,
And the critics cried, “This is war!”
Mike said, “Just be still—
It’s one big, beautiful bill!”
While the nation kept eyeing the door.

When the call came from Trump’s gilded den,
Johnson nodded again and again.
For his post, though quite grand,
Seems run by one hand—
And it’s not the one holding the pen.