Bellicose, via mega phone, go…
Secure your homes, Holmes,
Cause you’re all alone, Jones
All the skin and bones talk,
All them victims criss-crossed…
With their children en tow…
They tried to cross the road!
By the grace of our God…
We won’t let them in,
Mired at the pass, Barely skeletons,
Desire, there’s a hope,
there’s a light at the end,
‘Til Sean Hannity
Gets pissed once again.
Them Kids: terrorists
diseased with dirty hands,
Sew their seed, so in need
so full of demands.
Need food, need homes
need more medicine.
They Dream, wanna be,
born Americans.
But they’re not,
and we ought not let them in.
In 15 years
they’ll compete with your Kids
In 15 years
they’ll rule with a fist.
steal yer jobs, push your kids
off a goddamned cliff.
MAGA over DACA
mighty Sean will pen.
It’s all about
White Americans.
Brown friends are bad,
tire huddled mass,
they passing you by
while they steal your pie
and laugh.