The leftist world is sick, the whole crew is mad.
Everything they touch, turns out evil and bad.
Their goal is creating change, from bad to worse.
Instead of society progressing, we're in reverse.
Momentum is growing on their highway to Hell.
Every day there's a new evil agenda to sell.
Nothing's thought through, it's all on the fly.
No one has the courtesy to let us ask why.
We must acquiese, with no questions asked.
Like oldtime robber barons, minus the masks.
Their inclusivity's a nightmare, leave us alone.
 Dragqueen story hour, you can keep for your own.
Pervert your own kids if you feel you must.
Your whole creepy agenda needs to go bust.
 Like zombie ghouls, destroying young minds.
Swampthings and monsters, d-rats of all kinds.
Girls are meant to be girls, boys are boisterous boys.
Not the Left's Dr. Mengela's, transgender toys.
The Left murders their babies, transforms our kids.
Nothings more insidious than flipping kids ids.
Keep claws off the kids, hands in your own pockets.
Keep your outrageous plans off America's dockets.
Return to earth, pipedreams aren't pie in the sky.
If you had any morals, you would need not ask why.
Your ideas are destructive, your idealogy insane.
The result of your pandering is an ocean of pain.
D.L. Crockett -- 4/4/23