I guess I was born with
The curse of foresight
I knew Joe was only gonna represent the war side
That said, I just came to fight
You can keep the ‘Or Flight’
Save the surprise and the gasp when the shadow the fascists have cast is on your doorstep in the glow of your porch light

Save the surprise when the grid goes down and we go underground to lick wounds in the gloom of a torch light

While up in the sky, a blimp glides by with a sign like ‘New Years’ 2022 brought to you jointly by Pfizer & Coors Light’

While the centrists all watch from a comfortable court side
Right in the thick of the action, behind a partition

We’re in a morbid position/
a plague of evictions
born a comorbid condition/
Of the cancer of wealth

I fantasize that I cancel myself

Hands on your heads, throw your best laid plans in the well, there are no more answers, questions go back on the shelf

All Joe’s Donors, a quick show of hands,
How many of you sub to the Lockheed Martin only fans?

How many are loyalist patrons
for the Raytheon Patreon
Occupy Iraq and send a million off into the great beyond

Coup yourself with the safety on.

True to yourself in as much as you dutifully spew out a mucus of QAnon

You can’t convince me the capital wasn’t surrendered with every intention of digging us deeper down into the treacherous webbing of censorship ebbing your speech and dissension so you can’t hold Biden accountable, not in his mentions, and not in the streets

Know to the end
That Joe will defend the elite
Joe won’t embarrass McConnell,
But Joe’s not embarrassed if all of your children are hungry and weak
Too hungry to speak
Too hungry to stand,
They just lie at his feet.
Joe is fresh out of empathy, fresh out of policy
but he’d love to know what was your favorite ice cream flavor to eat
back when you used to eat?

I guess the road isn’t rocky for people who thought we were free
They’ll believe what they read, and Joe’s here to lull them to sleep.
Counting us down by the dozens, the culling of gullible sheep, led to the slaughter by media tyrants and government thieves

These are the leeches who stubbornly suck when there’s nothing to bleed.

These are the tumors that force us to crawl on our knees.

This is the home of the brave,
This is the land of the free.

One was Foreclosed in ‘08
One was Condemned in 2016