Gas prices aren't rising, that's all in our heads.
Inflation is transient, so claim misled fed's.
Shelves are not empty, if you count dust.
To not believe your own eyes is really a must.
The oceans are boiling, stay out of the water.
We're killing ourselves, an inconcievable slaughter.
The "Don't say gay law" is misleading hype.
Put out there by idiots, hitting the crack pipe.
They're stealing our future, like lunatic crooks.
Busily rewriting the past in the history books.
Their leaders are morons, they're all lying scum.
They love beating that stupid climate change drum.
Thier agendas all suck, they pander to woke.
If you're a failure in life, you're their kind of bloke.
If you're happy with nothing or missing a brain.
Then line up with them and stand out in the rain.
It's Donald Trump's fault, if you believe that.
In no time at all, you'll be a good demonrat.
Open your mind, let them mess with your head.
Fill it with nonsense, if hungry ask  for some bread.
They'll pay you to act stupid, twisted and sick.
They'll teach you all of their democrat schitck.
You'll learn stupid chants, parrot stupid lies.
You'll soon answer questions with stupid replies.
In no time at all you'll be the democrats darlings.
A plague on society like seagulls and starlings.
You'll live on the sidewalks, crap on the corners.
Worse than an invasion of illegal foreigners.
Your lives will be shortened by exposure and drugs.
You'll earn reputations of deadbeats and thugs.
You'll be happy with nothing, especially smarts.
Your favorite pastime will be lighting fire to farts.
You'll grow old and stupid, one day you'll die.
Why were you here? you never asked why.
You'll be cremated, ashes cast on the wind.
You were born, you died, that's it, The End.
D.L. Crockett -- 4/29/23