It’s getting to the point
Just knowing what we do
About the man in the White House
And his version of truth
That people might realize
He’s not what he seems
Just a dumbed down version
Of the American dream…
The king of fools sits
On the royal shitter
Updating twitter
With a healthy portion of hate
To be served on a silver plate
A feast for the hungry beast
He more than helped to create
But his ratings are higher
Than a five alarm fire
And as he shanks the First
Things could always be worse
Just ask Heather Heyer
Murdered by a very fine nazi
From northern Ohio
Or the children in cages
Bordering gang wars and racists
Refugees torn from the warmth
Of loving embraces
There’s no rhyme or reason
No rhythm to this season
Or future we’re facing
But there is a time to embrace
And a time to refrain
From embracing
So if I die on a ventilator
Throw me in the refrigerator
And admit the next patients
Because Covid-19
Has people in the street
Screaming “What about me?”
Into mass graves
Where 500k are laid
To rest for eternity
(If you think April is cruel
Just wait until June
When your selfish actions
Lead to reinfections)
And the nurses are TIRED
As one by one
Their patients expire
So do me a favor
And explain to THEM
Why your needs are higher
Than heroes and fighters
He throws money at whores
And paper towels at the poor
Throws his friends in jail
(He’s too big to fail)
Throws his hands in the air
Because he really doesn’t care
With support from the KKK
And blood money from the NRA
He makes his case
About a perfect phone call
To his hostages in Ukraine
He shouts “Fake News!”
As he spouts fake views
To rally his base
for the 2020 race
Disregarding the lives
He didn’t even try to save
In this land of the free
Home of the Brave
Carolyn Fridman 2020
StigMama 