My thinking cap’s been on a nap,
or else I think of dying.
I get up like a normal chap,
then back to bed go, sighing.
I really hate to watch the news,
though nothing else is on.
Most every day I’ve got the blues,
and now I can’t blame Don.
It’s come to where my mind goes bare
and hunts conspiracy,
like it’s a vapor released where
those live who disagree.
We need statistics on the trends
on who gets sick and who stays well.
If those untouched are his friends,
then we’re inside a living hell.
Could this be a plot
to simply cancel all elections?
Let the liberals rot
while offering his friends protections?
Could it be he’d kill the world
consolidating power?
And maybe his pal Vlad unfurled
this deadly dream so dour.
It could be they’ll rule the ravaged earth
from west to east.
Perhaps they were destined from their birth.
Marks of the Beast.
