CO-DEFENDANTS ARE FLIPPING OUT

Ouch my days are numbered in the peach state indictment
Mrs. Willis is leathered-skinned and full of enlightenment
Looking into the night’s firmament for some friendly UFOs
which will abduct me immediately to save me from my woes.
Spitting out venom for my high school form of criminality
Thinking I was scot free for my idiocy and total banality
Scribbling down my thoughts for a book to pay my bail
otherwise I will be whistling Dixie in a Georgian jail.
I am so petrified I could scream like a ghost on Halloween
singing morbidly Procol Harum’s Dead Man’s Dream.
Chickens scratching at the graveyard on your future tomb
pulling on the back of your hair contemplating your doom.
Following the Orange Anti-Christ blindly through his fascism
feeling the pain of his mortuary and pitifully painful masochism.
Projecting his complaints reflecting his disgust and derangement
on his way for his umpteenth occasion of atypical arraignments.
Leaving behind 1000 foot soldiers in isolated incarceration
Crying to the mothers in complete and utter desperation
Thoughtlessly brainwashed and finally waking startled by reality
with Uncle Sam pointing at the Elephants beleaguered by immorality.
Listening to Tucker Carlson admiring Putin foaming at the mouth
as the racists come cropping up from the cotton fields of the south.
Although Cruz is a Cuban he seems to be against immigration
and book banning is rampant as ignorance takes hold of the nation.
Leaving the hyenas in charge of leading our innocent humanity
stirring Aunt Jemima’s pancakes until the dough is a calamity.
With the foliage coming in the advent of autumn’s worship
we pray our maple trees with gift us with their magical syrup.
Donald Duck is Wok these days with Barbie girls in a chat
but all the alkies are hypnotized by the silo chewing fat.
Hanging up the hypocrisy with a banner of Trump 2024
the blackbirds baked in a pie will be keeping a close score.
The co-defendants are singing like a Tweetie-Pie Canary
flipping out for their own sake before the judiciary.
Oh our poor buffoon of nightmares is going to be disqualified
saving his second term frozen and lifeless in formaldehyde.
He will be counting his last days watching the sands in a glass
while he waits for his resurrection after his heart’s bypass.
Outside of a diabolical miracle we will be mercifully rescued
as a barker will yank him from life’s stage badly boohooed.
Victimized by himself with a broken grievance of whining
while the 118th Congress throws in the towel sadly resigning.