Not Much Could I Afford 

I pulled the coin out of my pocket
Anxious to pay my bill
Not much food could I afford
Not enough my stomach to fill

I laid it on the counter
And the clerk just laughed at me
"You couldn't buy a napkin
With just that much money"

So I picked up my quarter
And headed out the door
Wondering if I could ever afford to go back again
To the grocery store

I found myself on 9th Avenue
Begging for a dime
But the passers-by just waved their fists at me
As if I were a man of crime

 
 
Woke

Woke is a democrat
Who cares too  much
He cares about people
Yeah, people and such

Woke is a word 
That says you're a liberal
And that some of the things you want
You want too literal

Like books and migrants
And other silly stuff
Like peace, and love
And not playing rough

Woke is a person 
Who won't wear a gun
And who doesn't mind seeing
A guy's hair in a bun

Woke people 
Believe in DEI
Woke people are sad 
When they see people die

Too many soft-hearted souls
Are among the people who are woke
So we should laugh at them loudly
For they're quite a joke

 
 
Gun of Choice

For with a gun of my choosing
And a gun of my choice
To all of my feelings
It soon will give voice

I'll blast out the highlands
And the lowlands too
And I'll commit a mass murder
That's what I'll do

Guns are my pleasure
Guns are my pride
And from shooting up people
I won't be denied

 

World of the Worst

In a world of the worst
Trump is at the top
He's simply very dangerous
Someone we must stop

He can't be elected
That would be the end of us
This is no small matter
It's a major, major fuss

 
 
America's Never had Such a Foe

It's weak-kneed patriotism
To be unsure that Trump is bad
Being lukewarm on a matter like this
Trust me, is very sad

Trials and truth together
Are all you need to know
No patriot should stand behind him
For America's never had such a foe

 

Love Letters

"Love letters to dictator," said the meme
And I thought, How true, how true
People adore this man, they do
They think he's a dreamer's dream

Love letters to a dictator
They're written all the time
On them, they paste their stamp of approval
And they approve of all his crime

 
Volunteers

They asked for volunteers to go to war
And the only ones they got
Were flowers from the fields
'Cause they weren't scared of being shot