Barrett and Barr were riding in a car,
chatting on the things that really matter.
As they drove, one didn’t have to travel very far
to realize this wasn’t idle chatter.
“First we’ll kill their health care,” Barr remarked,
joy unconcealed, “and then we’ll up the sick count
with our spreaders. ”
Destination reached, they quickly pulled aside and parked.
“Good thing,” he said, “Trump likes his doubleheaders.”
“Then take away abortion,” she sang out with unchecked glee,
“and get these fetus killers back in line.
Pretty soon everyone can have seven kids like me.
But, oh, how will we feed them, they will whine.”
“That’s great,” Barr chuckled heartily, “and what about gay rights?”
“We’ll end their same-sex marriage,” she rejoined.
“I haven’t had this much fun since those west coast protests nights,”
Barr chortled, “All their rights will be purloined.”
They pulled away at last and spoke of curtailing free speech,
and making masks illegal due to crime.
When talking of the clampdown, there was nothing out of reach.
“The oligarchy’s here. This is the time.”