Isn’t that funny? Isn’t it a quip?,
Snidley Whiplash coming like the railroad track,
Dressed like Charles and Fred or Bill,
Shouldn’t they be shellacked?
Morgan and Rockefeller, Clinton and Bush,
“Frump! Frump! Killary! Killary!””
‘What a dump’, B.D. said,
Ivy League fragility!
‘Ra! Ra! Shish-cum-bah,
Vote your will, “Vote today!”,
Nuclear war coming most certainly,
We mucked it up anyway.’
O’Bummer sold you hope and change,
You blocked that with your pettiness,
The ignorant mass delusions,
Got your blinded readiness.
Think it will change? Really? You do?
Your Partisan pride really shakes us,
Static typhoid madness,
You’re stupid! Hide under the bus.
‘Ra! Ra! Shish-cum-bah,
Vote your will, “Vote today!”,
Nuclear war coming most certainly,
We mucked it up anyway.’
I’d love to hear the bones grind,
Back into the dust we go,
But never back to the stars,
Just like ‘Richard’ you know.
That’s what you want, it is the dream,
Leave it to Beaver never ever was real,
No Gary or Jill run up that hill,
You’re dead now how does that feel?
‘Ra! Ra! Shish-cum-bah,
Vote your will, “Vote today!”,
Nuclear war coming most certainly,
We mucked it up anyway.’
Thoughts on 10/29/2016
NOTE I don't remember if I initially posted this poem to my Blogger under "Diddle" or not. It may have been posted under Bud Johnson on Facebook on 10/29/2016. I use beadbud5000, beadbud5001, Carl and/or Bud.
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