“Don’t say ‘gray’, oh me oh my.
Ban the rainbow, prisms too!
And by extension, ban all glass
You can never be too careful!
Better ban those solar nerds
And better yet the sun’s own light!
Let’s make this earth the living hell
That God intended it to be!
“It’s not enough; I should have known!
Even though I’ve kept it out of sight.
Folks talk still of hope and light.
The very words should be a knell
That immigrants are coming here!
Hide your Bible! They draw near!
Women are a problem too, I knew
I needed them in shackles too.
“And yet the heaven I foresaw
Is nowhere near the fun I thought.
I hear God telling me that only those
Who give me gold and loyalty
Deserve their place beneath my feet.
The rest can burn in hell right here.
You have to wonder if they see
How foolish they have been for me.”
It’s not your fault; send me money
How the Nightingale Learned to Sing