Shmuck rules over sore thrall
staying inside—never!
Itch to go out with guns,
’bide with crew,
wackjob crew, wack-mob crew.

“I ain’t stayin’ in here,
gotta get out and join the fray,
’cause good sense is a rarity.
I’ll exercise my right to bray,
trash the gov’nor and jeer
with my pals, just inches from here.”

Well their rage exploded; none too bright, this mass
of not well-meaning, cramped chums.
When the surge comes next, they might find that they shared
the bug with everyone.

Band followed scum: scam, con, and dunce.
COVID-failure man gets railing, and
more surging has begun.
Thanks to scam, con, and dunce,
scam, Trog, and dunce,
scam, hog, and bum.

Well, the undertakers are real busy guys,
getting business by the ton.
Funeral bells are knelling; loved ones can’t go there:
where the burials are done.

Band follows bum: cram, mob, and chum.
COVID-failure man gets wailing, and
more surging has begun.
Thanks to scam, wrong, and dunce,
scam, pong, and scum,
hang, mob, and chum,
mad mob with guns

Country has been falling ever since this worm
came to Washington town.
His first term brings us ever-worsened fare…
friggin’ rigged-election clown.

Scam, con, and dunce,
scam, wrong, and dunce.
History will judge this hell-sent sludge,
the worst since days of yore.

Worst since George Washington:
scam, con, and dunce,
bad news, this dunce,
fat hog and dunce.
Mad mob with guns,
vote for him once…
twice, you’re the dunce--
’less you're ground-sunk.