The Cremation of Montana's GOP
There are strange things done in the Montana sun
By the GOP who toil for gold;
And the stories they tell of those new laws from hell
will make your blood run cold.
The Last Best Place became our very Worst Place
When the Trump-GOP came to town.
They've reworked the laws and rewrote with flaws
'til everything was turned upside-down.
Bills written at night were a horrible sight,
But the best is yet to see,
It's that time before dawn when the moonlight is gone,
And we cremate Montana's GOP.
They'll howled and they'll danced for just one more chance
To right all the wrongs they had done.
But we'll end it right there with a cold-hearted stare
When the roaring-hot fire has begun.
The saddest of all will be their whimpering call
To the gov, their body-slammin' pro.
"Come help me, old friend, We fear it's our end;
It's us - on the A-List - you know."
But true to the end, their gov is no friend
And the fire will soon grow red hot.
With ballots in hand we will regain our land
And the corrupt GOP will be caught.
Still, the "dumb and the bold" left us crimes still untold,
But the best you ever will see;
Is that night before dawn when the moonlight is gone,
And we cremate Montana's GOP!
terrible poetry by
John Watson
Remember the Cremation date: November 8, 2022
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