You cannot claim intelligence; you have to be a chump

[Atticus]

If after all that's been revealed you still would vote for Trump.

He's not some "unknown quantity" we've not yet figured out
He's an evil arrogant phony that we now know all about

And, so we can't excuse you when wear that silly cap
It's time you paid the price for having listened to his crap

We do not want to talk with you; we will not shake your hand
You've stepped across so many lines that we drew in the sand

No need to try to 'splain yourself; no need to make a fuss
You're just where we predicted: in the crowd beneath Trump's bus.