The Mango Musso knows a shorter cut!
Just pass it quickly on! Just pass it on!
The Melon Felon knows a better way!
We need not trek and tote and slog along!
This longish path along the creek’s a pain!
Let’s head instead across the desert’s dunes!
It may look dry; and yet, it’s bound to rain!
He’ll tap his wand; transform to plum dessert!
We know it’s true! It can’t be lies! Oh, no!
Pass it on! He orchestrates the crowd!
He yells it very very very loud!
It must be therefore certainly true of course!
He acts so proud! He screams so loud of hate!
Inhale the toxic fumes of Agitate!
Cannot you see? The hate is clear as day!
He’s out to check and jail and then to slay!
And once the drecks, and whacks and nerds are dead,
We just must lie and kill for Master’s sake.
It’s what he said! You see? It’s what he said!
And therefore must be good and new and true!
It’s not my fault I lost my house!
It’s not my fault I lost my spouse!
It’s not my fault I broke my mouse!
It’s not my fault! I need to grouse!
It can’t be Greeds who stole my gold!
How could they ever be that cold!
It must be folks from other lands!
Who eat our pets; chew rubber bands!
We’ll let Putin end the strife!
He and Felon are such friends!
They’re oh so smart and never would lie!
And ours is not to question why!
They never have to futz with friends!
“There is no truth; there’s only bends!”
And all is well! He tells us so!
Until—-
Putin points out that he’s ten inches longer
And naturally that makes him oh so much stronger.
And then at long last all that money we wasted
On H-bombs—It won’t be wasted any longer!
No. Instead, we’ll all get lambasted!
We get to be cooked like a turkey is basted!
The taste of death is all we tasted!
The Melon Felon himself once said:
“What good are nukes if we can’t even use them?!
What good are people if I can’t make them dead?
Did I mention I have the world’s smartest head?”
No more migrants! No more pets!
No more people! Everything’s solved!
Civilization at last completely dissolved!
No more jets! No more bets!
(But who could blame you?
All you needed to draw
Were five sequential spades
And you would have won that hand).
That little hand. Who plays a one man band!
He plays an accordion of the mind.
Makes promises just as solid as sand.
Don’t seek truth! You’ll never find!
He wants to choke and each light dim
Who isn’t him or progeny.
He wears religious cloak
And wraps the flag around him.
Orange you glad now you didn’t face
The truth about His Felonious Grace?
Just swallow these lies and you will see
The painful end of all humanity!
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