The "W" Word

 

The “W” Word

 

Hey weirdo, where the hell’s your shaman hat?

Here in the GOP, weird is where it’s at!

Get yerself an ear diaper, and a gold shoe or two,

Got yer talking Trump doll and yer lower back tattoo?

 

How about investing in a two-dollar bill?

Only 19.95 but you can’t spend that swill.

Make yerself a new flag to pledge allegiance to,

And wear a Trump diaper, like they told you to .

 

And do you have twenty Trump signs out on your lawn?

You only have 18? What is going on?

And paint your truck all up with his holy name,

And buy every goddam NFT until you go insane.

 

And call everyone without a Trump tattoo a damn pedophile,

And watch your pastor in jail for sex abuse all the while.

And run away from windmills – there ain’t no cancer cure!

And end your prayers in Hannibal’s name, you know, to be sure.

 

Don’t you never get in no boat that has a battery,

Yer guaranteed to meet that shark when you’re lost at sea.

So line up MAGA, your normal has disappeared,

Face it kids, you’re on the skids and you’re really freakin’ weird.

 

Cliff Lake 7/30/2024

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2024

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