One-hundred-fifty fighter jets will fly over D.C.
They’ll all be dropping pamphlets that say, “Get out of jail free!”
A red-faced horde of sycophants will do the MAGA dance.
Mike Pence will nod his head and smile as if he’s in a trance.
Mini tanks will crush a group of mannequin protestors.
William Barr will sell his soul and ask for more investors.
The flattened curve will be rolled out and used for kiddie rides.
The king has asked they don’t wear masks, or else he’ll tan their hides.
A small parade of golf cart seniles will all chant, “White Power!”
Looking for clowns, Eric will, of course, be lost one hour.
Stars and stripes and bars and snakes will be most proudly waved.
The king will rant about the great great monuments he’s saved.
And, as the grand finale, he’ll do something he likes best,
unleash a squad of armored cops, put ‘thugs’ under arrest.
So, be aware, and do take care, if you take to the street.
D.C. in flames, amongst endgames, might seem to him quite sweet.