It’s not easy making America great again.
All those laws and procedures, they get in the way.
Then fate intervenes. We’ve got a martyr,
Someone we actually like, a gun-lover
And believer in female servitude,
An icon of what America will be
When we’ve finished shoving it back two centuries.
Some folks aren’t worshipful enough, leftist fools,
Or people we can paint as such. We’ll pounce.
How dare they dishonor his holy memory,
Our lover of Confederate generals and myths
Of low IQ among the black and brown.
The charge: felonious lack of flattery.
Everyone who calls us fascists or worse
Just because we are, they pulled the trigger,
Not the kid raised in a good MAGA home.
We’re at war now. Victory is a must
So that the supply chain of our lies
Can wrap around and strangle contrary truths.
Free speech is still allowed if we favor it.
If you give money to those we don’t approve
You’re a terrorist and should be hunted down.
Public displays of woke will be met with force.
We’re all for peace if it supports our wars.
All crimes against our greatness will be avenged.
So says the much-convicted felon we adore.
