Sure, I get it.
Fresh-baked from the oven:
Momma’s chocolate chip cookies.
(Beloved of veterans and also rookies).
Whole, fresh milk to wash them down.
You were safe.
Safe with Mommy and Daddy.
Sure, I get it.
You had plans.
Such Big plans.
But then she moved away.
Then the factory closed.
Then a politician lied.
And then your parents died.
A self-proclaimed business whiz appears!
He tells you that your spoiled plans
Are God’s punishment for queers!
He tells you that he grabs pussies
With impunity and gains more fans!
You should hate all liberal wussies!
He tells you armies are massing on the border!
Not to worry! He’s issued another illegal order!
Tearing babes from mothers is all okay.
They shouldn’t have ever come this way.
Just you believe everything he’ll ever say;
He says he says the truth — every single day.
Sure, I get it.
So much easier when you get yourself bossed.
No matter how many dollars and lives are lost.
Don’t be worried!
COVID’s no match at all
For the one you worship on pedestal.
But please feel hurried!
Get back to work really soon!
You’ll be safe ‘cause: Phase of Moon!
And Eye of Newt, Thread of Jute!
Eschew all science and listen instead
To the steady drone of an empty head.
He failed at business and blew all his cash,
But it’s fun when he starts to insult and to bash!
So why should we care if it’s Putin in charge?
Why should we care if his soul isn’t large?
We get to pretend that we’re children once more!
He knows how to win by cheating galore!
If we fall down dead, it’s a small price to pay,
When Trumputin at last wins that glorious day!
Warm cookies and milk once more will be doled,
Or, at least — that’s what you’ll be told:
The cheapest way yet to kill innocent folk,
Is simply do nothing while pounding his chest.
“Responsibility — oh, that’s a joke!
When it comes to credit? I’m the best!”
Enjoy the milk. Enjoy the cookies. If they ever actually come.
Nostalgia is fun but the day is won by dealing with fact.
You’ve fallen into a vat of gum; no wonder you’re glum!
You find yourself lost in a tesseract
An endless web of lies and deceit.
All he does is cheat!
Sure, I get it:
If you keep wearing the muzzle
And do his deadly bidding,
Or, think he’s only kidding,
You’ll never solve the puzzle
Of how to:
And let a million die.
Find the key.
Or, this will be your legacy, your epitaph:
“I saluted Der Fooler!
Never even got
My promised milk and cookies.”
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