2032: Good Luck to the Crew
In the year of our lord twenty thirty
Elections have gotten down and dirty
But the people have risen and chosen wisely
Which is why we’re attacked, in fact, precisely
Tulsi Gabbard and VP Jill Stein
After 8 years of Trump it was water to wine
They started to bring the USA back to sanity
Every step of the way sabatogued by Sean Hannity
The waters ran red, the sky she ran brown
No bee pollination no grass on the ground
No herds on the plains, no super-speed trains
Trump and his inbreds took all of our gains
The Democrats were too soft, the Republicans too hard
They had little substance, their policies lard
The women took over they pulled it off well
It didn’t take long ’till we climbed back from hell
Now though another election was looming
War drums within our own country were booming
Jets had gone rogue, overhead they were zooming
And out of the shadows came orcs they’d been grooming
Here came the brotherhood to challenge the motherhood
Swat teams from bad dreams oppressing the neighborhood
Militarization brought on Polarization with nary a free speech zone left in our nation
The firemen, fishermen, foundrymen, soldiermen
Hated the hippies and all they were better then
Surrounded the whitehouse with no need for speakers
And only one mission- to wipe out the leakers
The place was on fire, the moment was dire
The whitehouse turned into a funeral pyre
We landed a chopper sent by the resistance
Got Tulsi and Jill buckled in by insistance
We flew them away to the cave of John Connor
Seconds before they would both be a goner
And now it’s election day twenty thirty Two
There’s no more that Tulsi and Jill Stein can do
With term limits here It’s been left up to you
The place is surrounded- good luck to the crew!
joey racano