Render unto demonrats, that which isn't theirs.
Thank them for relieving us of everyone's fair share.
Their misthought good intentions pave their path to Hell.
Ain't no one who is buying the bullsh*t they all sell.
Thank them for buying votes with our hardearned dough.
We're so happy having nothing, let the good times roll.
Thank them for rising prices and for bidenomics.
I knew they had a reason for us all smoking chronic.
It may assuage our pain, by dulling all our senses.
leaving our brains more malleable or defenseless.
I've now come to realize, what they do is for our good.
They're our caring neighbors like in Mr. Rogers hood.
When the IRS comes calling at everybodies door.
We should quickly acquiesce, give them more and more.
They're building us a paradise of happy peasants all.
We'll all be better off with mush inside our skulls.
We don't need our religion, they want to kill our God.
To replace God with their hero, the master of fraud.
They've taken till it hurts, we're upside down in debt.
Their greed for other's money is a thirst they'll never whet.
 We're all happy campers, Demonrats are ruthless fiends.
They're living the life of reilly, we're all eating pork & beans.
D.L. Crockett -- 1/20/24