Bracing against the blizzard starting soon
Hoping for the speedy arrival of June
But the white death will arrive at noon
Who will survive their shots at the moon
Just because you’re pale, doesn’t mean your immune
When the pendulum swings back, some will change their tune
They lured the monsters out of the lagoon
With all the bluster from an evil buffoon
The parasitic branches are facing a prune
Their feigned supremacy will pop like a balloon
The bubbling drugs will dry up from their spoon
Retribution, honor, and justice will commune
Good will dilute that rancid orange cartoon
The resistance is busy forming a platoon
Preparing hidden out in the OK saloon
The grains of right will bury them beneath a dune
With the wicked forever interred in a cocoon
Morals and values no longer strewn
The song of righteousness to which we attune
Will vanquish the vile as a searing harpoon
Sparks 