The homeless were sleeping, todays drugs were good.
As usual some of them shot up more than they should.
The fentenyl was cheap, Gavin Newsom doesn't care.
The overdose deaths get the homeless out of his hair.
They won't cause any trouble in their pauper's graves.
They will no longer be slaves to the drugs they all crave.
They could die from exposure, or die from disease.
Newsom doesn't care if they choke on government cheese.
It's less poop on the sidewalks, less piss on the walls.
Gavin won't ever go there, he hasn't got any balls.
The smell is the worst kind of offensive to his elite nose.
He can't pick his way through the crap on his tippytoes.
Out of sight, out of mind, and then quickly forgotten.
It's a win win situation for Californias  Johnny Rotten
He'll travel to the red states to point out their flaws.
Or to complain about some misconstrued hateful law.
But the homeless can suffer, California's going to Hell.
But in Gavin Newsom's ivory tower everything's swell.
Gavin's an accomplised panderer if it benefits him.
He can paint the rosiest pictures when the future is grim.
What's wrong with Californians, have they lost their minds.
It takes a marxist village to raise idiots, fools of all kinds.
It's a match made in Hell, the homeless and the braindead.
The mix is anathema to the wise, they sold out and fled.
Leaving California with a dilemma, no one's willing to solve.
It's become one giant melting pot, the whole state will dissolve.
If California melts let's hope Newsome goes down with the ship.
It would be a disaster if he gives his own doom the slip.
If he ran for president the democrats could hire him for the job.
He's the perfect kind of idiot, that makes their hearts throb.
D.L. Crockett -- 5/15/23