While I wallowed in poverty, they revelled in sin,
I did all the right things, them, whatever it took to win.
They loved robbing the poor, hands in our pockets.
Especially robbing me, poor old Mister Crockett.
Nests needed feathering, hogs needed fattening.
Their giant sized egos, needed evermore flattering.
When I pay my taxes, they steal every damn cent.
I'm always left penniless, I'm sure it's their intent.
While they live the high life they cut me no slack.
They've taught me the meaning of living with lack.
When they passed stupid laws, I took it in stride,
I had nothing but scorn for their stupid gay pride.
While I took all my lumps, they still passed them out.
When we speak of reality, they always raise doubt.
When they promise unity, what does that mean.
I can't stand the thought of their unified scene.
Tranny's and pedos, drag queens, perverts all.
The party of lechers, and unmigated gall.
The LBGTQ alphabet soup, full of their pronouns.
Full of blithering idiots and their demonrat morons.
It's a wonderful society, these fools are creating.
I see no purpose on earth for senseless debating.
It's all about transforming kids into their kind of filth.
About sick doctors raking in unheard of wealth.
D.L. Crockett == 8/23/24