FLORIDA PLEASE COME
ARIZONA ARE NOT SCUM
CANUCKS GIVE THE THUMB
CARNEY CALLS IT WAR
HE IS BOTH ANGRY AND SORE
CANUCK TO THE CORE
SEPARATIST TRAP
DANIELLE SMITH LOOKS LIKE A SAP
FOR HER FEELS LIKE SLAP
TARIFF TRADE STORY
INTO NEW TERRITORY
WHO WILL BE SORRY
OF TRUMP SAYS KINEW
BAD PERSON THROUGH AND THROUGH
DO NOT GIVE IN TOO
LOT UP TO DOUG FORD
SAYS A DEAL WE CAN AFFORD
OR CUT DOWN WITH SWORD
A TRADE DEAL MAYBE
US BOOZE BACK ON SHELVES I SEE
JUST LEAVE THAT STUFF BE
TARIFF DELAY SET
TRUMP’S FIFTY PERCENT THREAT
TACO TIME YOU BET
WILL THERE BE A DEAL?
TRUMP TRIES TO BRING US TO HEEL
WILL NOT LET HIM STEAL
USMCA
CANADA NOT EASY PREY
MUCH TO TRUMP’S DISMAY
TRUMP NOT INTO YOU
CANADIANS WILL PULL THROUGH
YOU WILL SEE THAT TRUE
USMCA
AND IT IS STILL HERE TODAY
NOT GOING AWAY
To the layman’s unlearned eye,
Parliment is just another cigarette
To I, the educated expert its an extension
Its a bayonet with the mouth of a
cannon
A filter’s recession made with such
adaptive intention
Dab the divot in the pile of Columbian snow
Raise it like a glass to any curious biff
Just a sniff, a bumpskie, a twitch of the nose
Fireworks in the membrane and off they go
Under the cloud of cigarette smoke, the expert walks
a road of elation for eight minutes or so
Those days have been behind me for a number of years
and no matter how often i say cocaine is an unremarkable drug
As I was a conisseur of hypnotics and downers
the memories of explosive speed and dread and fear
Yet some are so comforting, when I see a Parliment
my eye allows the escape of one yearning tear
USMCA
TRUMP WANTS TO THROW IT AWAY
WELL TACO, NO WAY
TRUMP WANTS ENTRY FEE
TO NEGOTIATE WITH HE
NO WAY, SAYS CARNEY
The stench of freedom gone,
Trapped in a cage on water,
Chained to mirrors of their own fate,
Condemned to a slow death - with their own neighbours
Slowly roasting in a human sized oven,
Contrasting to the cold waters beneath -
A new home for those who choose to rest in peace
Trapped like sardines packed in a can,
No hope, no oxygen, no way out,
Bodies become one,
As their flesh seek help,
As their blood leaks out,
Their mouths a drought,
Voices caught by deathly sounds,
Echoes of whips travel around,
A warning - a preview of what is to come when they reach land
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