Happy Birthday to you, from the people you slew,
from the generals exploded to ER’s overloaded.
Your ignorance viral threatened all our survival.
You should have gone home when impeached.
But now, like a whale bleached and beached,
you’re thrashing in seas swirled with peoples’ unease.
Your every solution seems instead dissolution,
your every conclusion inept. No promise kept,
You watched as folks wept. Hate abides.
You said there was good on both sides.
You love your rebel lore. We know not quite what for.
With blacks out of sorts, you won’t re-name forts,
you really don’t think black lives matter.
You show by your lies there are folks you despise.
It’s all mixed inside your daft patter.
Despite your mistakes, we’re mailing you cakes,
a nice gesture until you find
they’re all of the urinal kind.
