We’re so proud of our little Proud Boy.

He’s only eight, but he knows who to hate

and how to shoot. He’s got the arm patch.

And his collection of supremacist memorabilia

could make a nazi drool. We do home school.

His biggest dream is to grow up and play

with the big boys in the coming segregation wars.

And he was so excited by the call out tonight

by our great president, that he peed his pants.

He’ll take that out on some poor bastard someday.