Darryl the Red

By Cliff Lake

Darryl the Red

 

His fingers barely tremble

As he renews

His NRA membership.

“A small cost”, he thinks,

“To keep them away from my guns,

And my Bible.”

He wonders if the mail carrier is trans,

Because he was wearing shorts,

And the new mail truck is electric.

He uses the self-checkout

Because the cashiers are Antifa –

They wear blue vests,

And that’s just wrong.

He knows Biden supporters are pussies,

Or else they would have flags

That aren’t rainbows.

He is careful about his apps:

There are no perverts

On Truth Social

Or Christian Mingle.

He follows Elon

And Don Jr.

And other geniuses

That say the things he already knows.

That’s what makes them smart.

He will vote for Ron if he has to,

But Donald is God’s chosen,

That’s why the Libs hate him,

Because they are demons,

It’s even in their name,

For those that can see.

He will vote for Trump even if he is jail,

Laws aren’t for Presidents –

That’s the Constitution he believes in.

And he could prove it,

If the goddam Dems would just shut up.

His opinions are the facts he needs,

He got them straight from Breitbart,

And OAN,

And Steve Bannon,

And it’s truth because they all agree,

And the supplements he bought last month

Seem to be working,

Just as the supplies are getting low.

He will have to order more,

Because he’s a real man,

And not some goddam elite.

He’ll be going to the range tomorrow,

To blow off a couple hundred rounds.

That’s all the exercise he needs,

He doesn’t even wear ear protection.

One more beer

And the shakes will quit,

Like they always do.

Then he can do another rail.

He loves being a real American.

 

Cliff Lake 7/7/2023

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2023

Location: Dalton, MA, USA

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