If america were a man, let’s call him joe
a psychopathic killer
don’t you know
smilin’ in your face til you are gone
singin’ to your kids
“The beat goes on,
but not for you, no not for you”
Drums keep poundin’ rhythm
to the brain
the president has really gone insane,
la dee dah dee di, lah dee dah dee dah–
I’ll take care of everything
when you’re gone,
la dee dah dee dee, lah dee dah dee dah
Yeah, sing it with me now
while I push the knife in deep and long.
Chill: It’s just a poem.
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That was my puff piece for April 11, Thor’s Day… 2019. If you don’t like it, eat me.