Here I am tended by angels of patient grace as I mend my ways. Sleep is a lover Who wants to take me away. I’m not finished yet. Climbing summer hill, we all move slowly. Perhaps there will be birds. Fell down summer hill. There were no birds, and I came too late for supper.
Eighty years ago The Allies stormed ashore To dash the Nazi dream of global conquest down. Today another D who thinks Hitler was right And has no use for Jews Aspires to be the Tsar Of these United States By teaming up with Putin. Don’s finally gone too far With his subversive rootin’. He thinks
When I was a young man, I was determined to do great things That would change the world. Now that I am old, I am glad I didn’t do that much damage
Netan Yoo-Hoo you Are doing to the Palestinians What Hitler did to the Jews.
Honor the fallen, and make sure they did not die for a pack of lies.
A sailing ship which, because of damage at sea, ineptly repaired by the shipyard, cannot steer a straight course on a broad reach, go steadily before the wind, or recover momentum easily after tacking, is said to be crank. Right now because of the stubborn intransigence of the Republican Party on every important issue, domestic
Spring slips into town Like the guest of honor late To her own party.
And here in the Land of the Free Though Trump seems destined for jail, His loyal thugs remain, And instead of enjoying the peace, They’re determined to ramp up the pain By breaking the Rule of the Law And starting a new civil war.
Vladimir Putin Is rootin’ for shootin’ American democracy To him is hypocrisy. He’s another Man of Steel Pledged to make us feel The full brunt of his wrath When he marches down the path To total nuclear war What else are H-bombs for?
While drinking their vini And eating their linguini, Nostalgic Italiani Praise Mussolini.