I mean with a government in power that thrives on conquest, war, famine and death, the possibilities should really be endless.
One would think they might be able to quantify it into some semblance of a ‘plan’, one that would provide some detail as to the objectives?
And then, eureka, I realized that the current administration did indeed have a plan. They had thought of everything. They provided us with sufficient detail to make death the centre of attention going forward.
Congratulations, I really wasn’t sure you had it in you as the Grand Old Party, but I should never have doubted your ‘talent’.
It actually, makes me wax poetic.
When Death Goes on Vacation
When death goes on vacation
Does it really matter where?
Does he state his real vocation?
Is he careful when he’s there?
Cause let’s face it, it’s a downer
You can’t die when you are death
Do you still seek out an ‘owner’
Or just give away free meth?
And what if people ask you
Where you work, and what you do
Do you show them an example?
Or provide an interview?
In the moment is that awkward?
Do you feel any remorse?
Or do you just point skyward,
Leering smile and end their course.
It must be hard relaxing
Someone always interferes
They don’t realize how taxing
It can be without your peers
But it’s even worse together
On a cruise, too obvious
Pestilence, might be clever
No more famine, not for us
A little Hanta virus
Some Ebola would be nice
But no one ever hires us
Entertainment? Hardly, twice
Should you find a President
With no honour and no soul
You can take up residence
And forever love the toll
We know that there are places
My vocation is at ease
No matter what the races
They all face the same disease
So, in the Oval Office
I have taken human form
I’m hardly there the novice
Stephen Miller did inform
Project 2025
Took some effort on my part
But we’re keeping it alive
Two more years, it’s just a start
We’ll welcome Armageddon
We’ll be dining out for sure
Evangelics are bettin,
That this year will be the cure
My vacation, almost done
Back to work, but here’s a thought
Find a place to have some fun
So that next year’s, not for nought
On behalf of the GOP, may 2027 be the first of many ‘last’ years to come.
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