Ever have a song
Stuck in your head,
Saying you have thirst
For sound koolaid?
Koolaid, you know,
The stuff that controls
The body metronome,
Whether moving the mind
Faster…or stopping it altogether.
Fans become cultists.
Do you have Bad Blood?
Are you Never Gonna
Not Dance Again?
Do you imagine tacos,
Magical tacos, falling out of the sky?
At concerts, do brain waves
Become one wave,
While the masses belt it out,
Swaying lighters to and fro,
Predicting the beat,
Or repeat
What words have caught hold
Over you
And taken the moths,
Flying out of leather folded homes en masse,
Flapping wing beat to song.
A plague is afoot and hive brain has won.
Is that dope, or dopamine,
Helping me work, work out, love life, escape life,
Or take in a better or more macabre scene.
Snowflakes- fragile as they are.
Silently gather upon granite slopes.
In fantastic clusters of silver.
Burying the cancel cultist narc and the blinded woke...
Wonderful- wonderful avalanche-
Weak-minded cancel cultists feel threatened by everything.
Except themselves and their barber pole thoughts.
Screaming diversity. Never mentioning unity.
What a lonely slog through life it must be.
The squirrels once basked in vats of Elon's musk.
Now the slightest scent of a mind unchained.
Finds them gnashing yellow teeth, burning brains.
Now they're eating their own... for lunacy is unsustainable.
Enjoy the show-enjoy the show.
Now a clueless squirrel had the nerve to toss the nuts of God in my face.
When it had gleaned Jesus out of everything.
So go ahead-hypocritical asp.
Spit your venom...
My mongoose soul just laughs!
the cancel cultists will cancel everything~ except for alone
Oh, say can you see the land of the freebie
and the home of the ungrateful bleating.
Where borders are blown wide open by vote vamps.
To the glee of coyotes -desperados -the depraved.
Stars and stripes replaced by the heartless-shooting blanks.
Where elitist stick shanks into the faith of good people.
Who're deemed racist for standing for a starry banner... disgraced.
The trinity was tossed long ago into cancel culture canyon.
Were last seen thumbing it down Route 666 in a flash flood.
As the cultists put another bullet in Honest Abe's head.
While looters and rioters and cop killers were martyred.
Working-class stiffs were slit open- bled out from either end...
into the collection plate of the jackass-fascist and Uncle Sham...
Where goodness was woven into the fabric of evil and mayhem.
Upon burning looms of crooked buffoons and bullhorn goons.
In the land of the freebie and the home of the ungrateful dead.
It's not unique.
Cancel cultists have been around since time began.
From crushing crusades to the raging Taliban.
(It's my way or off with your head).
The Romans tried to cancel Christ
But in death he grew mightier.
Mao and Pol took death to new heights.
Built a stairway of skulls to the sky.
Stalin fed 20 million of his citizens
to a green-eyed commie pissin' beast.
Red China killed off their daughters and voting rights.
The world turns a blind eye
while cancel cultists rip the limbs off babies...
Separating them from their destiny.
Hitler is cancel culture's G.O.A.T
as he tried to cancel everything.
Caucasians
are now the newest play toy of the cancel cultists.
Who vomits to the world that white babies are born racist.
Like all children, all they wish is to play in a sandbox with others.
Regardless of color
Children get seized at the border;
parents are led away in cuffs.
Under Presidential order
ICE morphed into a gang of toughs.
The United States has no shame
they sold their soul to the devil.
Asylum seekers weren't to blame
for Trump sinking to this level.
Kids are a political tool,
kidnapped from fleeing families.
Enforced by Republican rule,
laws mandate these calamities.
Nazis and fascists rally round
Trump, waving confederate flags.
Hate's propaganda is unbound,
their blood chants recruiting scumbags.
A bigot's voted in power,
a nationalist is in charge.
A man defined by Trump-tower
is revered by cultists at large.
Democracy's reached a crossroads,
a lunatic has won the race.
And holding the nuclear codes
he incites his ass-kissing base.
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