MAGA Circus Maximus
26 January 2k19
“Hey, you well-heeled Big Wheel: Ha! Ha! Charade, you are…
And when your hand is on your heart: you’re nearly a good laugh.
Almost worth a quick grin…all tight lips and cold feet.
Donnie, you’re nearly a treat. But, you’re really a cry.”
~ P. Floyd (paraphrased)
Greetings, Dear Reader. Not much preamble on this one.
It really does cry for itself.
So, let’s get to it…the New Coliseum awaits, and this fuse is burnin’ fast.
Weak Sauce Circus & Wonder Bread (MAGA!)
Nevermind the Wonder Bread
microwaved with that
Whitehouse weak sauce.
We want a brand-new, bloody Circus.
Had it up to here with Trumpery
with Shut Down dread.
We are pissed off at endless
WAR
over lands of water, lands of oil
over who shall eat—who shall serve
over who will punch it—who will swerve.
Over & again, the cauldron boils
Soldiers and Civilians dead
while Politicos cache the filthy spoils.
Do we really have to watch Donnie Trump
grab our nation by the ass & twerk?
MAGA!?
On ne Passe pas!
Nous Voulons un Nouveau Cirque!
You want quiet streets?
You want to keep your head?
Time to deal with us:
Nevermind the Wonder Bread
We want a Shiny Circus!
The USA has never been a Democracy.
And by now it’s just a grifter’s paradise:
a money-grubbing, pig-trough
Patriarchal Ochlocracy.
This bureaucratic circle-jerk
makes me want to lean over those
sleek Gucci kicks and yerk.
Feeling shaky? Feeling tense?
Bust out of that cubicle,
jump off the damn fence.
Come, drop that sammich, join us!
The Coliseum had nothing
on this most American ruckus.
Nevermind the Wonder Bread
Give us a Psychotropic Circus!
Line up for the All-Star
Congressional
naked-paintball playoffs.
You’ll swear you smoked
a squirrel’s adrenalin gland
when ya see the Executive Branch
tear apart the Judiciary Clan!
Rock-em Sock-em
Presidential
dodge bowling-ball?
Yup! Better than a Darby Treat
poppin’ in your skull.
Oi! Got center field seats.
Got some crackerjacks.
Got my Dandelion wine.
I’m warmin’ up on a crowded
bottle-rocket firing line.
Ready to boogie down at
KKK fest: shirts vs. skins
bangin’ at a do-or-die
one-legged, ass kickin’ Kontest.
Nevermind the Wonder Bread
We want a Psychedelic Circus!
How many Fascists
can be crammed in one Clown Car?
Now, that’s what I call a Social Intervention.
First, let me ask a pertinent question:
should we rustle up a weed-whacker
to shave their legs & nethers?
Or maybe settle for good ol’ fashioned
hot tar & feathers?
Nevermind the Wonder Bread
We want a Psychotronic Circus!
Scope the racing form,
see how the Lion races ended.
Ya know, I’m wondering
who just got ate, my friend?
All to Make America Great Again.
DC McKenzie
::End Transmission::
Dawn Runs Amok 