There’s a warm spell in England, run for the hills.
The Brandon is coming to cure all our ills.
He’s declared a climate emergency, he’s saving the world.
He could stop the midterms, my nosehairs just curled.
This is way too much power, for this fool to wield.
What new communist plot will soon be revealed.
Somehow, someway, we will all be enslaved.
To an all powerrful government and a madman, depraved.
He’s destroying the country, and our livelyhoods.
With some made up bullcrap, that’s not understood.
It’s like handing the reins of power to a mean two year old.
Saying he’s our last chance to make everything cold.
Give him some legos, and say, build us a fan.
Make it a giant one, build it as big as you can.
Only a giant one can blow all of the hot air away.
We’re counting on you Joe, make climate change go away.
The fools walked out their doors, and screamed, it’s too hot.
Save us Joe, they implored, you’re the last chance we got.
Declare an emergency Joe, call off the midterm elections.
Declare a health care emergency, a new viral infection.
Call it a monkeypox, created by you, a baboon.
The whole world will dance to your looney tunes..
I’m thinking not Joe, I think you’re sick in the head.
You think it’s hot now, just wait till you’re dead.
The heat from Hell’s furnace will be scorching your soul.
It’s then you will realize, it wasn’t you in control.
D.L. Crockett — 7/21/22

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