slowly at first …
and then rather abruptly.
there’s a theory that donald trump got into office
on the back of a bunch of dirt [ electronic mail ? ]
[this was ‘popularly’ labelled as “russian collusion”]
{ not to be confused with ‘properly’ labelled, as that is laughable }
instead of draining the swamp,
something something hounds and foxes;
they’re all in on it, following the rules of black-mail …
putin too,
lest i be a fool …
and then, what ?
a mad dash of musical chairs …
gotta get yours,
even if it’s just t.p.
from the movie, the song i can’t seem to find anywhere:
“Here we are a-sailing, adrift without a dream.
We live for God and country, and yes, our God is green.
So put your arms around me until the break of dawn,
‘Cause late at night the great and mighty Wurlitzer plays on.
Here we are a-sailing, adrift without a dream,
And though the news is frightening, it’s never what it seems.
So put your arms around me until the break of dawn,
‘Cause late at night the great and mighty Wurlitzer plays on.”