A Weirdy Cat Week

I would have less surprised if they had chased down religious mothers And murdered them in their carpeted hymn singing churches They were frenzied, fanatically incensed, a revved up mob Brains had been overturned by the whip tongue of the outgoing czar. Blood splatters on the pristine building left a fleshy carnage. Who has the noose? Where is the vice president? Steal and loot. Plunder. Pillage. An insurrection no one can be proud of, making it a weirdy cat week.