Is There a Choice, Hobson?
Choose the better geek The election is in weeks I speak to God most every day If She spoke back, I’d be afraid I must say we are facing, Lord, a choice the world cannot afford A senile old criminal or an orange man hated with a zeal They cheated, lied and stole to pilfer votes and souls You must glom onto one of them Is this a choice between good men? Creatures with a zest for trouble In an information bubble Pretend we comprehend it all In truth, we’re just a minor squall In a storm of opposites Crooked Joe and that orange twit Media tells us what to think Propagandize, with a wink From dinosaurs to bumblebees Evolution’s grit Monkeys falling out of trees to vote for crap or for disease Human zest for worthless stuff Pop a cap in someone’s duff Place your burden on my back Hunter smokin’ too much crack The talking heads I tend to flout Read their scripts and show no doubt Crooked liars with straight faces Trip you on your own shoe laces Take a hit of Biden’s crack Fill the oval, don’t look back November will be consequential The plank in your eye is my pencil Copyright ©️ 2024, David Angel, All Rights Reserved