Pre election Song

 Sung to the tune of “These Are a few of my favorite things”


Trumpsters and MAGA on GOP posters
NRA lining the Mexican borders
Right winged Christians telling me how to live
These are the things that I cannot forgive

Roe versus Wade being overturned by the judges
Placed on the bench for life term is fudges
America’s justiceaf is tough to approve
So pick up the needle and find a new groove

When the dog bites, when the bee stings
When I'm feeling mad
I simply remember I cannot forgive
And then I can just feel bad

news in the nation as bleak as the forecasts
New weather patterns leave us all aghast
The next ice age will leave us all in a chill
the world is fighting back as planets will

War in the Middle East is our business plan 
black gold pumped there makes us give a damn
We’re not the gods for the planet called earth 
When can we stop inflating our worth?

When the dog bites, when the bee stings
When I'm feeling mad
I simply remember I cannot forgive
And then I can just feel bad

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