Orange Messiah
You should fear the fourth of November.
Because your old butt is sitting on a powder keg.
After a summer of disease and restriction.
After a summer boiling over with George.
The young are holding the matches.
and day
upon
day
upon
day
The media spits gasoline into their pimply, black-veiled faces.
The "black veils" have no immunity to losing.
They've been weaned on participation trophies.
For bringing up the rear.
They were raised by the over-tolerant villagers.
The villagers are functional idiots.
Never spanked, now they've broken rank
with civility.
Carrying left-handed commie socialist shanks.
Encouraged by professors of anarchy,
You should fear the fourth,
Because your old butt is sitting on a powder keg,
If the orange messiah wins, the brats will be pitching matches and gasoline.
Like we used to pitch horseshoes and pennies.
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