Mister Baggy Pants
A familiar face
trying hard for history to be erased,
how fervent the lie
who is the thief that claims to stop the steal
is this nonsense for real?
Here he is again
pretending to be the savior of men
gathering followers close and tight
crying foul and the same old rhetoric
what keeps those with common sense from getting it?
History appears never to be learned
it's lessons easily spurned
disappearing in the wrinkled baggy pants
and the man returns once more
anxious to even his scores.
The party forms over to the right
stealing votes in the dark of night
old fogies too long in power
give free access to the lie
and conspiracies not once denied.
Be careful what you wish for
there is little access for the populace thru that door
and how easily we can fall behind again
releasing the freedom for which you yearn
as the ballot box and history is quickly burned.
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