The Bills and the Browns.
The world is upside down.
Phil Spector’s wall of sound
lies broken on the ground.
MLK Day tomorrow
continues month of sorrow.
Challenged transfer of power
creeps toward its final hour.
After the bible oath is sworn,
we will be bent, but won’t be torn.
The don will disappear awhile
to prep for his impeachment trial.
But goons he’s unleashed on the streets
will still be on the trail of meats.
They are the gruesome underbelly
stoked by lies and red FOX telly.
But, without his mass persuasion,
they can’t rise to an occasion.
They’re just rebel flag gun toters,
whether dressed in boots or boaters.
Dust-ups may be their solution,
but that won’t start revolution.
Guilt confessions on e-mail
might send their dumb ass to jail.
Next is weed out all complicit.
In-house moles to be specific.
Defined disgrace and lifetime ban
perhaps can stop the fake news clan.
With climate change and plague to face,
it’s time to exit hatred’s place.
Let’s look ahead to workers’ needs.
And do away with wampum beads.