well gary bateman the pied piper sure sings many tunes as the rats follow him to doom lol quacking crazy loon thought this sang along your tune smiling
Donald Duck Chancellor of this fowl kingdom wearing an upside down smile's raging hypocrite backwards this deranged Duck twitters to and fro as his unhinged subjects unwittingly applaud him onto a victory march that never appears equal except in his alternate universe of oneness Calamity Jane perchance is on the horizon while war looms close by this feathers pride himself on his big show asking for a mirror to check his orange glow he jokes and preens fading in and out so it would seem logical tearing down all good morals he alienates with his constant magic escapades Sleight of hand reflections move with this fake news it gets exposed the big top rotates under an eclipsed lie fire breathing condemning all those against his way entering the arena for the next late show Now Big Bird has been caught fibbing just when they thought everyone was safe getting off the band wagon or so to speak Just signing the pact with her feathered friend letting on they are getting on so well for the world to see buddies Almost joined at the hip like in their loyalty reigning over truth in this ungodly circus of the vainest sort Where the funfair clowns abound under fabrications an orangutan watches on beating his chest in an ape like manner and solid hands he has no way to express words puffing and panting swaggers living under thee umbrella protected from the truth’s influence Alvin and his chipmunks sing the national anthem while the confederate flag waves goodbye over democracy begins the three little pigs stages as they enter the building their houses from clay flamed with truth ransomed for vanities sake no good ending can come Earthquakes separate the earth floods come with grave disaster hurricanes winds rise from the greatest source even this cannot deter or distract this awful Duck one mission under a selfish chant of quack a doodle quack, quack a doodle quack, quack a doodle quack which only translates to me only me, me only me, me only me! a co written piece by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid
Copyright © Liam Mcdaid | Year Posted 2017
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