Alyssa Milano: An Open Letter to Marjorie Taylor Greene

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22. Piss on MTG

A congresswoman once took the lead,
In boosting a bold MAGA creed.
But the tide turned one day,
When her hero looked away—
And she learned what her backing had bred.

She’d long praised a man as her star,
Claiming loyalty’s what made him jar.
But when arrows she faced,
By his own hand displaced,
She saw how illusions can scar.

She’d nurtured a movement so bright,
Ignoring its cracks in plain sight.
But when chaos drew near,
And the blame shifted here—
She found she was part of the plight.

Now she calls for concern from the crowd,
As the figure she boosted grows loud.
Yet the truth, hard to take,
Is the role she did make
In the storm that’s enveloped her now.

There once was a rep from GA,
Who cheered every wild MAGA play.
But when Trump turned around
And declared her unsound,
She learned monsters don’t always obey.

She’d sworn he was loyal and grand,
The most stable of men in the land.
But with one random post,
He declared her “the most!”—
Which sounds nice… till you learn what he planned.

She helped build a movement quite loud,
One that always drew quite the odd crowd.
But when drama arose
And it snapped at her toes,
She said, “Wait—I didn’t approve this!” (Out loud.)

Now she’s shocked that the chaos she stirred
Has decided to turn on its herd.
But you can’t bake a pie
Made of nonsense and lies
And complain when the outcome’s absurd.

She once called him a genius, a star,
Said his instincts were golden by far.
But the moment he spit
At her—just a bit—
She yelled, “WHO KNEW things could go this bizarre?!”