Blitzkrieg Days
On a runup to the past,
lightning lies are striking fast
Speak a little Fuhrer con,
Dollar sanction appease a wannabe Stalin
In the Big Ivory House,
every hussy dictator is welcome
But the Constitution’s first wife ain’t:
Billie O’Righty,
big bloomer free speech suffragette woman,
can’t issue flap on the clothes rap line
with open air liberty
Oh, sista “Hildy”
why can’t you talk like a first wife oughta,
Heard tell
your churlish hubby say,
his hired guns had 2.0 Guccifer bought ya
These be the Apprentice blitzkrieg days
of an American Idol whore wife
Democracy got ruble bought and pimp sold
Soviet shackled in an Oval boudoir war room ...
so, so soul Siberian gulag cold
Blitzkrieg days
be an atomic blast from the past
Aryan hydra-gen purity
filtered thru a Prussian fusion glass
Adolph the Fuhrer ways,
backsliding American trailer trash
Trumpet the **** politics
to the lewd base voter voyeurs,
who don’t shed any amoral tears
Them that love to hear the outlandish lies
being Babel tower sown
Those that bathe in the blood of the false cries;
their Wall crawling, long-nose daddy,
they won’t ever dare disown
Now trapped in a web of covetous deceit,
domestic terrorism homegrown
Ugly American ducklings
be globally cocooned in an isolation quarantine zone
Lovers of the last blitzkrieg days,
this Fourth Reich kingdom will fall just as fast
Much to your toppled pride dismay
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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