Behold the sickest, ludicrous joke
And how the right will “own the woke.”
Says Hawley, his “old” party is dead –
Sans blaming guns, birthing, or bloodshed.
This dodgy death is nothing to mourn –
A chance to reverse working class scorn.
Retrieve the party’s heartland roots
And never dare mime Dem attributes.
Impale the blood-sucker corporation,
And monopolies robbing the nation;
Raise tariffs and banish outsourcing –
No “tax and trade” for undeserving.
Exile China from the World Trade club –
Obscure that nasty opiate hubbub.
Oh yeah, stop open immigration
And install more cops on location.
Confront wimp liberals “soft on crime”
And impose lots more prison time.
Who disputes any just penalty
If Trump’s first-up, with alacrity!
If more police will Trump convict,
Approve mass hiring double quick.
If lying hypocrites want a new deal,
First they make law and order real.
Defying corporate outsourcing?
No more likely than NRA divorcing.
Crude pandering to the working class –
Just empty promises to save their ass.
Why Republican degenerates
Revere Lost Cause confederates –
All because its supremacist base
Defends its fast dwindling white race.
So will the right stop busting unions
Or labor abuses that cause worse ruins?
Until fat cat crimes are forsworn,
This deluded rebirth remains stillborn.