Burroughs' Virus

In crowds bigly And comparatively small The Barker Shot poisoned grammar arrows At apple pie heads Crowds roared with baked smiles At milestones tossed Across potomac alters The Barker Injected his virus With mucus spray; tanned With ease, aimed to please He opened His lips to fervid ears, "Gather my trodden prey Drink in this wolfish day, I'm offered upon your crowns Thorned by your bidding". The Barker slithered his tongue Wet with promise And aimed Arrow tipped sovereignty at the crowd. He warned of witch hunts Casting cosmopolitan spells He bent the ears Of youthful virtue And glazed the past with boos He spoke of imaginary signals That praised his plans He pledged to build things great again Bigger than before Skillfully he hides Under tall silk hats That cover colonial cranium worms Each day his ego is fed By the thoughts in his own head And as the virus looms One by one his goons Believe all that is said.