Make them hurt more, Joe, satan whispers in Joe’s ear.
They need to be scared, go ahead, monger the fear.
They’ll grow to love you, if you make them bleed.
Don’t worry about the people, fulfill your own needs.
You’ll win their hearts and you’ll change their minds.
If you just double-down and keep robbing them blind.
If you crush their wills, they will come kiss your feet.
If they’re good peons, you can give them a treat.
They’ll call you magnanimous, if you kick down some cheese.
So make them ask nicely, make them say please.
It’s all about you Joe, and of course my evil plan.
You’re still in control, Joe, but I’m still the man.
Give them no breaks, Joe, lay down the law.
Make them obey, cram it down their craw.
The more you oppress them, the more you’re respected.
They love being downtrodden, or being neglected.
They love the idea of you always doing my bidding.
How you push forward, when a smart man would be quitting.
You’re my right hand Joe, my favorite human demon.
Since before your conception, an obedient little semen.
Keep doing things my way, stick to my demonic plan.
You will be rewarded, Joe, I really do give a damn.
Go right on ahead, Joe, turn America into my earthly Hell.
The peasants will adore you and all will be swell.
D.L. Crockett — 7/22/22