Covid Sad, Covid Bad
It's a new day, a new Christmas eve party streaming live
when Santa had to drink, Kahlua and cream, tequila to survive
to warm him up, have a little trust that the world is still alive
as covid-19, coronavirus shiver, quiver all his vibes.
There's the tree, decorated with syringes and vaccines
goodwill is sparing, feelings and emotions quite mean
but Washington is well and quite alive ringing the Wall street bells
lying, deluded, and denying the party's really going quite well.
There are Mitch and Lindsay, Jim Jordan and Matt Gaetz
waiting for the Donald, bowing is never too late, don't hesitate
to do the last tango in White House once hallowed halls,
whimpering and shouting, demanding for election recalls.
It's all unfair, fake news they create to dispute the majority at will
ready to secure their historic infamous places on the hill
and Santa (he doesn't really exist), don't resist
as he slips in quiet, cautious as a mouse thru the house
without a present for these lice, foolish integrity deprived louse.
They bully and they banter slipping in and out of reality and time
not one Christmas gift beneath the tree will they find.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2020
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