In the political arena's heated fray,
Rick Wilson stands, his words at play.
A heart so filled, not with love but spite,
For Trump, he casts into the night.
With barbs and jabs, he takes his aim,
Through Lincoln's Project, he claims his fame.
"Everything Trump Touches Dies," he penned,
A narrative harsh, on hate it's depend.
In tweets and taunts, his fury shown,
No olive branch, just stone on stone.
A strategist once, now turned fierce foe,
In media's glare, his angers glow.
Does he fight for truth, or is it mere disdain?
As lines blur between personal and campaign.
A vendetta dressed as a moral fight,
In the name of justice, but perhaps not right.
Oh, Rick Wilson, with heart so tart,
Could there be peace before you depart?
Or will your legacy simply be,
A trail of enmity for history?
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In the political arena's heated fray,
Rick Wilson stands, his words at play.
A heart so filled, not with love but spite,
For Trump, he casts into the night.
With barbs and jabs, he takes his aim,
Through Lincoln's Project, he claims his fame.
"Everything Trump Touches Dies," he penned,
A narrative harsh, on hate it's depend.
In tweets and taunts, his fury shown,
No olive branch, just stone on stone.
A strategist once, now turned fierce foe,
In media's glare, his angers glow.
Does he fight for truth, or is it mere disdain?
As lines blur between personal and campaign.
A vendetta dressed as a moral fight,
In the name of justice, but perhaps not right.
Oh, Rick Wilson, with heart so tart,
Could there be peace before you depart?
Or will your legacy simply be,
A trail of enmity for history?