A Party That’s Gone Mad

To the tune of “Starry, Starry Night.”

A party that’s gone mad,

Mesmerized by climate stats,

Organized like herded cats,

Celebrating breakers of migration laws.

Morally confused,

Promising a Green New Deal,

While infants in the womb don’t feel,

Living only by the mother’s whim.

How can I understand

What’s coming from the DNC

When it smacks of mass insanity

For a land that’s gumption free?

They would not listen;

They did not know how.

I doubt they’ll listen now.

A party that’s gone mad,

Corrupt down to its Clinton core,

Crazier than Albert Gore,

Creepier than Joe Biden at his worst.

How can I understand

What they’re trying to say to me,

When it smacks of mass insanity

For a land that’s gumption free?

I doubt they’ll listen now,

The party of diversity,

Symbolized by AOC.

When no comfort can be had

From a party that’s gone mad,

What hope is left for me?

But just do a little thinking

And read your H.L. Mencken:

It’s just democracy.

A party that’s gone mad,

That once we thought was anti-war,

Is now for fringes, freaks, and more,

Where normal folks feel out of place.

Oh, and let us ever think of race,

That old divisive bugaboo,

A recipe for endless stew

For separating me from you.

Now I think I understand

What they’re trying to do to me,

Though it smacks of mass insanity

For a land that’s gumption free.

But do you really want to know the truth?

I think not, forsooth.

David Martin

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