Stone’s sentence commuted.
Justice again looted.
Principles jack-booted.
Convictions rerouted.
White collar crooks, relax.
The Don has got your backs.
He’ll cover all your tracks,
and shield you to the max.
Feel free to cheat and lie.
No one will blink an eye.
There’ll be no case to try.
No court that he can’t buy.
And no amount of oversight
can fix a system tilted white.
It won’t be fair to black or brown.
We must start over. Tear it down.
School kids working factories or maybe down the mine.
History repeats itself. Give this baby time.
They don’t need no ABC’s when con’s the bottom line.
Two and two do not add up. The system is the crime.
Underemployed children are the scourge of working nations.
K through twelve have up to now been on some long vacations.
Our workforce will incorporate them through dire machinations.
They’ll get ‘fair’ pay and then, mid-day, be treated to C-rations.
They’ll get time outs to play outside on the merry-go-round.
We know if we work them too hard, they’ll go underground.
No more under-employment then, the reasoning is sound.
Hard proof the world’s most heartless leader right here can be found.
Just send your kids to school, fool,
never mind their health.
Their future is nothing
without this country’s wealth.
So they get sick.
They’ll heal up quick.
It’s like a sacrifice.
And some will die. Boo hoo, we’ll cry.
But it will turn out nice.
Our bounceback will be world renowned,
the best by many measures,
despite the bodies underground
and trashing all our treasures.
With it’s news of airborne COVID spread,
Horton knows he’s notching up more dead.
“A person’s a person no matter how small,”
but estimates say he can’t kill them all.
The WHO was not perfect, we all have our flaws.
But that’s not allowed in the quirk of his laws.
It’s all been a hoax which the WHO perpetrated,
said Horton to those who he secretly hated.
A death count’s a death count, but let it be small.
He really sees no use for numbers at all.
He’s putting out a bounty on the bounty story leaker.
He’ll fill him up with Chlorox, pour it down him by the beaker.
He hasn’t said a word to Putin, playing Don the Meeker.
But his base is eroding, maybe even mister speaker.
I dream the day Pelosi will just shred him by her laugh,
when Shifty Schiff steps up to cut the big red tie in half.
And how about when Chuckles Schumer steps up to the mike,
screams, “Who’s hungry?”, unveils T’s cheese head upon a pike.