The commander in mischief
gives us no relief
his idiotic tarreef
causes a lot of grief

the orange king's hallucinating
riots all around
nocturnal fits of rage
in all caps expound
ICE is on the double
dressed for halloween
lookin' for trouble
bringin' schackels and skeans

we don't need a king
don't want a president who clings
we don't need a king
we need a potus who can sing

farmers are despairing
soybeans do not sell
jobs are disappering
we're not feeling well
most food is not affordable
water isn't clean
foundation is unstable
house is cavin' in

we don't like James Vance a lot
don't like him at all
a furniture harlot
outlines his eye balls
We don't want a garden
paved with concrete
We dont need a ballroom
ninety thousand square feet

Need No King

Way back in the previous millennium I used to play in a band. These days I only do programmed music, tending toward funk, with aberrations.

Need No King

Ospyearn