The Last Debate, Satire Rhyme.

Oh no, can my psyche stand another hysterical presidential debate?

' Ain't ' it all been said? Can there be more for them to relate?

Haven't we voters heard it all, the affairs, the emails is there more?

Like Trump's on and off approval of the war that he said he wasn't for?????

Hillary's emails are begging to be laid to rest

The GOP grilled her for hours and she got an A plus, ' ain't that supposed to be the best?

I hear Trump invited Obama's half-brother to sit in the gallery's front row

I reckon Barack and Malik's brotherly love ended when we killed his friend Gadhafi the Libyan dictator foe

I wonder who else he'll put on national TV?

The women he groped. He loves to boast. How ignorant can any one man be?

I reckon I'll watch it, like I'm already hooked

To see if he physically knocks Hillary out with his left-hook

I ' ain't kiddin' his puffed up anger just might explode

Sniffing dope might be too much, you know, like an overload

So tomorrow if they're both still alive

We voters can decide who we'll vote for, ' ain't that a bunch of jive?

Hee..