called to arms by their great orange chief.

The coming reopening, bloody but brief,

will certainly be a shit show.

Reopen our states, the prisoners scream.

Pandemic’s a liberal’s scam.

Rush into the streets and don’t give a damn.

You can’t kill America’s dream.

The stores will sell out, the market lift off.

Let baseball and dancing resume.

Cast off the left wing prophesies of doom.

Don’t worry about that slight cough.

Bring out your reb flags, the south is now free.

No old laws can stand in our way.

The old and the sick have both had their hay day.

Now let them into the woods flee.

Some see the chief’s slant as a new civil war.

Oh, sure there’ll be some it encumbers.

But look at the last one’s great numbers.

The Boogaloo Boys are itching to even the score.

And if the great opening doesn’t work out,

and the country falls into depression,

our leader will turn to a whole new obsession.

Of that there can be no damned doubt.