Birthday Parade

We know the dates of birthdays Of some presidents, once dead, Yet this time a parade will tout A living one, instead. As tanks roll down the DC streets And soldiers march in step, Republicans won’t focus on The millions spent in prep. They’ll bow down to their MAGA king As fireworks explode, Just like the crowds for Stalin In his power-hungry mode. We’re told that this parade is for Our country’s birthday, though, Considering the president, We know that isn’t so.