When Indians got in the way,
from the first invasion day,
there was always hell to pay.
Or maybe just some beads.
The natives gave their corn,
got nothing back but scorn,
torn, rounded up, forlorn.
But yet, no white heart bleeds.
She’s a registered fetus saver.
That’s her peculiar flavor.
No biblical contortion
says Jesus hates abortion.
But she’ll control your motherhood
by voting Roe v. Wade’s no good.
She claims religion won’t distract her.
Lifetime piety’s no factor.
She’s a woman just like you,
just spends more time in a pew.
Right wing Christians now rejoice
at the coming lack of choice.
No more need to picket clinics.
Fuck all those agnostic cynics.
Blatant unprotected bangers
can go back to using hangers.
Little girls who get the urge,
face the population surge.
Babies, babies, everywhere,
many now without health care,
since she’ll kill the ACA.
Reproduce. Have a nice day.
We’re goin’ to a Covid party!
It’s happenin’ on the White House lawn.
The odds are five to one of getting sick while having fun.
In a few weeks, some of us are probably gone.
But it’s worth it to hear our glorious leader,
through his spray of aerosol germs in the air,
tell us it will disappear, although it’s very clear
whatever happens to us, he won’t really care.
Maybe we’ll get a tee shirt or a fancy campaign hat.
We can beat this China virus if we’re brave.
And, if we do get sick, at least we’re lookin’ slick
in our 2020 garments in the grave.
It’s the ultimate death mental rave.
A busted billionaire out on the ledge
has drawn a crowd below; some holler, “Jump”.
For several hours now, he’s been on edge.
The tower he has climbed is branded “Trump.”
It’s one of many buildings that he owns.
All his claims of glory deal with money.
But now he has to pay off monster loans
from people who don’t think his act is funny.
The Russians clearly have him in their sights.
Records show the Chinese will soon follow.
The Saudis; lordy, he’s stretched very thin.
This pressure’s getting very hard to swallow.
His pleas for help from lawyers, thugs and God,
though blatant, have lately just gone unheeded.
Now he’s sick and whacked on steroid drugs,
a mark who can’t pay up, no longer needed.
But he’s a coward and will crawl on back
into the waiting arms of dreaded Feds.
He’ll rant and rave, insisting he is brave,
and blame his woes and troubles on the meds.
He’ll confess to crimes, name many names.
At this point he knows that he needs protection.
Abandoning his palace dipped in gold,
he’ll head off to a big house of correction.
There wasn’t much suspense
in Harris versus Pence.
She had the upper hand.
He’s going to be shit canned.
And yet, he rambled on,
as if she’d up and gone.
She did a great slow burn
while waiting for her turn.
He flaunted debate rules,
treated the ‘girls’ like fools,
defended his great fascist boss,
played down the virus and the loss.
He piled them up, lie after lie.
But then, he wouldn’t hurt a fly.