orange-dust devil with a golden
dick, face, and a ruthless ego
seems to set us up and knock us down
easily, and some have the gall still to revel.
you’re safe? hell, take a look around:
four more years of stomachache,
of pushing the little people to the ground,
of all those baseline bastards on the take.
we need more machines that kill fascists.
stop saying “show up” and we’ll tell
you when you can fucking talk again.
we’ve been here goddammit. bury your
baby-boomer bullshit and turn to face
the strange. we need the rock n rollers,
the rebels, the ebullient royal youth;
old fucks know nuthin, much less the truth.
tell you what: get on our level
and we’ll let you keep the dopey clown
smile, your weak-lily lies, your ego…
just don’t interrupt when we make a din
trying to get this country safe for when
all these babies have grown up.