Sometimes I just need to find ways to express my frustration, and I write myself a song about it.
I wrote this one today. I have a melody in my head for it (with a calypso beat), but that’s rather difficult to enter into this diary. So here is the text version, for your amusement or motivation.
Refrain (sung before, after and between each verse):
I’m not tryin’ to get in your face
or invade your personal deep space,
but here you are on my turf
despoiling the Earth.
You really need to back off, you jack-off.
Get real, or get out of the way.
‘Cause no-one wants to play
in your sandbox today!
Verse 1:
You are vile, you are cruel,
and you think you can rule
like a third rate banana despot.
You tell lies to distract
while the Russians still hack.
But your treason shall not be forgot!
Verse 2:
As the people cry out,
you sow hatred and doubt,
tryin’ to change what we all think and feel.
But your circus of hate
won’t stand up to the state
when convictions get suddenly real!
Verse 3:
All those children in cages,
your grift is outrageous,
while Putin’s still pulling your strings.
But the people have spoken
our courage awoken.
We’ll see what November’s vote brings!
I have corrected the misspelling in the title, per recommendation in the comments.
Thank you!!!!