I couldn’t help but wonder
Where had a the real patriot’s gone
They vanished from today
Like darkness in the dawn
Watching democracy fall
With the response of a yawn
Yet waving the bastardized flag
Like a good little pawn
Allowing evil to thrive
And fascism to spawn
Falling for what is likely
The longest successful con
Worshiping their idols
With a pet, a flatter, and a fawn
Afraid of a fair fight because
They’re all bark with no brawn
Soon to face the reality
Of the counted cards they’d drawn
And we’ll watch them implode
With some drinks on our lawn
Sparks 