May 30
Tell her dolls are for rich kids
who know which bathroom to use
Just make sure my kid gets one last look
at her broken doll before you bury her
beneath the words “America First.”
And remember to tell your neighbor and your Sunday school teacher that "law, truth, and empathy are liberal weapons to be destroyed."
He’s on TV again.
Cotton candy on his head, all sweaty
as he ******* into the Fox News mic.
Screaming about how
all lesbian Shakespeare is killing Ukrainians,
and perceived Marxist parades must be stopped
regardless of the cost.
Which is eclipsed
by the cost of printer ink alone
for his indictment list.
Parades
like that’s what broke
the back of our family business.
Haitians ate all his pets
except the ones he kept locking out at night
like Eric.
A few of us used to build things.
Now we stack overdue bills
like firewood,
and pray winter doesn’t come
hard and early
like a night with Stormy Daniels.
But it wasn’t the "genius" tariffs, right?
It was that huge avalanche of fentanyl
just pouring in by the second from Canada like a tsunami.
That whole less than 1% surely justifies ALL this.
Not the trade war
we didn’t and , could never survive,
not the refunds that never came or will
just the drag queens,
book bans,
and some gay frogs
plotting to eat RFK’s brainworms.
Now we chew on sloppy Republican soup
made from fluoride-free water
and stolen restaurant salt packs,
with boiled apology.
We **** in the Denny's stalls
to make America great again
'cause they stopped putting out napkins on the tables,
and restrooms cost 50 cents to use.
That's 48 cents more than we have.
As I drag my exhausted kid by the bone thin arm blood trails
down the sidewalk again
we have nowhere to go and the hypocrite churches won't let us in looking and smelling like this.
But there he is constantly on T.V.,
still crying onstage,
still selling slave labor made hats
and gold-plated Bibles,
still fuming about “woke” this
and “cancelled” that,
while people like me
can’t afford a hotel room or bread.
But sure.
Tell me again
how the poets ruined the global economy.
Tell my daughter
why her doll rations
were her patriotic sacrifice.
Tell her
this is greatness.
Or just take her out to the ole gravel pit
and give her the Kristi Noem special.
Can I please be next?
Behind him,
a choir of bootlickers
chanting “freedom”
between their unpaid child support payments and bar tabs.
I can't feed my family
with a “Praise Jesus, AR-15 Free Christmas” postcard,
but thanks for the sentiment...
oh, and you addressed it
to the 10-year-old
that was gunned down
in front of his swingset,
who still couldn't read
while trying to scrounge through the dumpster
after you cut his school lunch program.
Please give me the ole Putin KGB special.
I know you can.
He's your hero, after all , he got you elected twice
you studied his every move.
NRA me, please.
It'd be the most humane thing
any of these sock puppets has yet to do.
who know which bathroom to use
Just make sure my kid gets one last look
at her broken doll before you bury her
beneath the words “America First.”
And remember to tell your neighbor and your Sunday school teacher that "law, truth, and empathy are liberal weapons to be destroyed."
He’s on TV again.
Cotton candy on his head, all sweaty
as he ******* into the Fox News mic.
Screaming about how
all lesbian Shakespeare is killing Ukrainians,
and perceived Marxist parades must be stopped
regardless of the cost.
Which is eclipsed
by the cost of printer ink alone
for his indictment list.
Parades
like that’s what broke
the back of our family business.
Haitians ate all his pets
except the ones he kept locking out at night
like Eric.
A few of us used to build things.
Now we stack overdue bills
like firewood,
and pray winter doesn’t come
hard and early
like a night with Stormy Daniels.
But it wasn’t the "genius" tariffs, right?
It was that huge avalanche of fentanyl
just pouring in by the second from Canada like a tsunami.
That whole less than 1% surely justifies ALL this.
Not the trade war
we didn’t and , could never survive,
not the refunds that never came or will
just the drag queens,
book bans,
and some gay frogs
plotting to eat RFK’s brainworms.
Now we chew on sloppy Republican soup
made from fluoride-free water
and stolen restaurant salt packs,
with boiled apology.
We **** in the Denny's stalls
to make America great again
'cause they stopped putting out napkins on the tables,
and restrooms cost 50 cents to use.
That's 48 cents more than we have.
As I drag my exhausted kid by the bone thin arm blood trails
down the sidewalk again
we have nowhere to go and the hypocrite churches won't let us in looking and smelling like this.
But there he is constantly on T.V.,
still crying onstage,
still selling slave labor made hats
and gold-plated Bibles,
still fuming about “woke” this
and “cancelled” that,
while people like me
can’t afford a hotel room or bread.
But sure.
Tell me again
how the poets ruined the global economy.
Tell my daughter
why her doll rations
were her patriotic sacrifice.
Tell her
this is greatness.
Or just take her out to the ole gravel pit
and give her the Kristi Noem special.
Can I please be next?
Behind him,
a choir of bootlickers
chanting “freedom”
between their unpaid child support payments and bar tabs.
I can't feed my family
with a “Praise Jesus, AR-15 Free Christmas” postcard,
but thanks for the sentiment...
oh, and you addressed it
to the 10-year-old
that was gunned down
in front of his swingset,
who still couldn't read
while trying to scrounge through the dumpster
after you cut his school lunch program.
Please give me the ole Putin KGB special.
I know you can.
He's your hero, after all , he got you elected twice
you studied his every move.
NRA me, please.
It'd be the most humane thing
any of these sock puppets has yet to do.
