Burnt Orange

 And so the racists and White

Nationalists gathered

They lost the election

Their hopes were shattered

 

And so their leader

Looked down on them and smiled

He knew with little prompting

For him, they’d go that extra mile

 

And so with their bats and bombs

And ill intent

Down to the Capitol

They took their discontent

 

The police they overpowered

The building they did smash

And they wandered through the halls

The Capitol now in need of a real-life MASH

 

The National Guard

They’ll surely come to their aid

But nobody called

So at their base they stayed

 

Senators, congressmen fleeing in fear

Surely their cries the president will hear

But as a Capitol police officer lie dead

From the White House, nothing was said

 

The president watched

Smiling in glee

Those evil legislators

He’ll rattle their tree

 

But they won’t overturn

The electoral college

So he’ll have to go home

To his remodeled Florida cottage

 

And so he put out

A call for calm

Go home, my fair warriors, he said

Until, that is, I need you again

 

And now as the insurrectionists

Boast online of their sedition

Slowly, surely

The FBI finds them with facial recognition

 

As their orange-haired leader

Counts the money he stole from them

He won’t spend a dime of it

In mounting a legal defense for them

 

Will he be impeached

Will he resign

Maybe Congress will act

But it will it be in time

 

Ivanka and Jared

Seen packing up to move

No one will talk to them

They seem such big fools

 

The president’s inner circle

Getting smaller and tighter

They’re abandoning a little man

Who is a coward, not a fighter

 

But stand down, stand by

He’s telling his troop

There’s still one more shot

For a January 17 coup

 

Maybe it’ll happen

Maybe it won’t

But if you voted for Trump

You are a f--kin’ dope

 

And as he rides off into the sunset

He looks back at Fun City

Where Cy Vance and Letitia James

Will show him no pity

 

And as we sit here

Examining what has just passed

Somewhere in Hollywood

The movie version is being cast

 

Not sure what they’ll call it

Maybe “The Passage of Trump,”

He came in with a roar

And went out on his rump.

 

Good night Mrs. Calabash. Here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson.

More Sunday night on my Radio Free Phoenix show.