The Rapey, Sexy Life of E. Jean Carroll
The rapey, sexy time she had with Trump
Was the best time her body ever had.
The memory’s a tingle in her rump,
The aftermath a let-down, deep and sad.
Oh, he was masterful, that grinning cad!
What’s that? Resist? Oh, well, of course she tried.
Aloud, she didn’t call that great beast “dad.”
Still, penetration couldn’t be denied.
Then every cell within, transmogrified,
Sang like a fat bitch at the highest note.
Half of her nerves were roasted, half were fried.
He launched her rocket, and he sank her boat.
It’s hurtful that she had to come awake.
Why can’t dreams ever last, for goodness’ sake?