They’re pardoned . Well, isn’t that nice.
And I am quite sure they’ll suffice
With little explaining
And even less training
To function as agents of ICE
They’re pardoned . Well, isn’t that nice.
And I am quite sure they’ll suffice
With little explaining
And even less training
To function as agents of ICE
Don says the Lord has preserved him,
And for his great office reserved him.
Yes! Instead of a flood,
Or frogs, lice, and blood,
He sent us Don Trump; we deserved him.
Today, before darkness descends,
Let’s all stop and ponder, my friends,
That Dr. King’s dream
Still shows a faint gleam,
And it is on us it depends.
I say without any chagrin,
I won’t watch The Don’s swearing in.
I’ve heard the man swearing –
It’s pushed me past caring
To watch our new nightmare begin.
Compassion? The man has got zero.
He’s neither a leader or hero.
With scruples so piddling
He doesn’t need fiddling
To be the American Nero.
Jack had the goods to convict him,
But then we Americans picked him.
And so we’ve resigned
From “justice is blind,”
Which no longer can be our dictum.
I thought that I might have a plan, Sir,
But now I find it’s not the answer.
I’d just stay a tight souse
While Trump’s in the White House,
But now I find drink causes cancer.
Trump has insulted us all,
So now we’ll be building a wall!
We’ll keep out the drugs
And political thugs
From Vancouver to Montreal!
Our Role Model’s getting his sentence,
And showing, of course, no repentance –
But proving, instead
That we still have a shred
Of lingering court independence.
As LA succumbs to the flame,
No sympathy: more of the same.
At this point it’s gruesome
To cast stones at Newsom,
But Don just loves someone to blame.