Page 22 - The Gluckman Occasional Number Six

Lincoln: So you are the future of the Grand Old Party?
Trump: Yes, now put me back in the time machine.

BATTLE HIM FOR THE REPUBLIC

By Mrs. Julia Wart Hawg

SWINE eyes and bulging bellies are the hallmarks of the horde:
They are trampling ecosystems that will never be restored;
They have buried all the data that the scientists record;
Those pigs are munching on.

For your money, they will screw ya!
Same old story, they will do ya!
If you speak up, they will sue ya!
Those pigs are munching on.

They say their god’s not Mammon but they’ve built a golden calf:
Its altar is on Wall Street and its prayer book a graph;
And freedom’s flag forever will be flying at half-staff;
Like locusts munching on.

Down their noses they will view ya!
With computers they’ll pursue ya!
But pretend they never knew ya!
Like locusts munching on.

Americans are dreaming if they think they’ll make a deal,
With someone like the devil whom they let an office steal:
Their future won’t be rosy since they bought into his spiel.
It’s junk they’re munching on.

Off the benches they will shoo ya!
And deny it’s them that slew ya!
Under buses where they threw ya!
It’s junk they’re munching on.