I get those rocking chair blues

every time I hear the news.

There’s a man in shirt and shoes

who is drowning in his clues.

And a circle of bad folks

who are out there telling jokes.

And no one’s dying anywhere

or hiding dirty underwear.

There is no legal treason case

when all the judges wear his face.

And everyone not on the take

is vilified as wrong or fake.

The workers take his hardest hits.

When he opens his mouth he shits.

His odor spreads around the globe.

In all, he is a mankind-phobe.

That’s why I got to get out

from these rocking chair blues.

I’m sick of seeing nazis

toting guns and fire and booze.

There’s a man upon a hill

in shirt, shoes and red tie,

who’ll stop these rocking, shocking blues

when hung up by his lie.