Last days of les fleurs du mal.
Waiting now on the cabal
to reject all kinds of voting,
iced with their condensed fraud coating.
They’ll inject a dose of panic,
and the king, at his most manic,
will dip into his trick trough,
screaming the election’s off.
There is no need for re-do.
Four more years of you-know-who.
Forget people’s voting rights.
His are set on higher heights.
With the help of comrade Barr,
he’ll become a U.S. Tsar.
Combining his nukes with Putin.
how long until they start shootin’?
Sights set on world domination,
every rule and need forsaken,
World War three might last three days,
spawn a radiation haze.
In their deep survival bunker,
Putin and the king will hunker.
Having stroked our deepest fears,
They may have to hide for years.