'Twas the night before voting,

and all through the land.

Leftist shills shivered,

Their opinions were panned.

The Pepes were nestled

All snug in their memes

Delusions of liberals,

vanished like dreams.

All of a sudden,

I heard such a clatter.

CNN screaming noise,

not that it mattered.

A figure appeared,

tan orange his face.

Brimming with energy,

puts fake news in their place.

He reached for his phone,

“This tweet must be twat”.

To the seething of soyboy,

neckbeard, and thot.

"Biden looks tired,

his friends are all jokes.

Check out his son,

and the meth that he smokes!"

He tweets late at night,

shitposting with glee.

Leftists flail impotently,

and constantly “REEEEEEEEEE”.

"With Ohio, with Florida,

MN, and PA,

with MI, and Georgia,

might even CA"

Nate's predictions collapse,

Joe doesn't even know.

Like mana from heaven,

the salt starts to flow

Trump wave to his crowds,

and smiles with a boast:

“The election is ours,

Vote red! They're toast!”