My Governor’s
a Democrat
My governor’s
a Democrat
He puffs and
he blows
And can’t seem
to remember
What he
knows. If he knows.
One minute
he’s thanking
Trump and next
he is ranting,
And raving against
him
While
puffing and panting.
He cries I
need more
Of whatever
you’ve got.
It’s
important you send stuff
Or we’ll die
and we’ll rot.
Send your
mask boxes, jumpsuits
We need more
ventilators,
And while
you are at it,
Send French-fried
potaters.
Don’t you
know we are dying here,
Jay Inslee,
he cries.
And a quick
twenty billion,
Would be
awfully nice.
Cause the
people won’t give me
All the
power that I wanted.
Though I told
them I need it,
No! They
laughed and they taunted.
How can I bring
my state
Marxist
collectivism
When so many
own guns and
They know to
use ‘em.
Oh, woe, woe
is me,
I’ve reached
the height of my powers.
For a
Democrat that's truly
The darkest
of hours.
© 2020 by
Tom King
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