Maybe someday, someone besides Trump will think of me.
Someone who isn't blind to what used to be.
Someone who cares, who might shed a tear.
For the Heaven on Earth we once had here.
For the broken dream of Marxism, being forced on us.
We're expected to follow the demons, without a fuss.

Maybe someone besides Trump, won't tell me lies.
And will think of the people, and hear our crys.
Will see the future they plan and how it sucks.
How they fund our destruction with our own bucks.
For some evil agenda, they blindly follow.
Why can't they realize their vision is so shallow.

Maybe someone besides Trump, will keep their word.
And not flip other Americans the proverbial bird.
Will extract their heads up out of their as*es.
Quit their own power quest and think of the masses.
They want us to have nothing and give them thanks.
I say,  _ _ _ _ - _ _ _!,  you can fill in the blanks.

Is there someone with the balls to turn this around.
Besides Trump, whom they fear and constantly hound.
Someone who's not happy with the path we're on.
Someone who sees the left's leadership is way past gone.
I won't be happy with nothing and I won't kowtow.
I will do and I'll say whatever the constitution allows.

I will expose Joe Biden and I will support Trump.
I won't hear leftist lackies or demonrat chumps.
I think I have a clear message, that I will get out.
I don't like what these communist idiots are about.
I will do what I can to help Trump's return.
To see the d-rat agenda go up in flames and burn.
D.L. Crockett -- 8/24/22