In Carolina’s heart, where patriots stand,
Thom Tillis strides, a senator grand.
A Republican cloak, he wears with flair,
But conservatives cry, “Is anything there?”
For Ed Martin, Trump’s pick, bold and true,
Tillis spits on them—what’s an American to do?
He speaks of Jay Six, with a furrowed brow,
“Rioters disgraced us,” he scolds us now.
Yet irony drips from his polished crown,
He knows feds and Antifa helped it go down,