Cultural Marxism’s swell.
(If your aim is to end up in Hell.)
And by compliant fools
It is taught in the schools.
(And in corporate boardrooms as well.)
He’s been leading a perverted life.
He’s been found out and now he’s in strife.
But he claims that these asses
Are his lovely lasses,
And much prettier than his wife.
You claim that the media’s bent?
You’re wrong! It’s a very broad tent.
Journalists cheering Trump
Are much more than a rump;
Why they’re all of 7 percent!
“It’s shocking!” the poor monkey cried.
The duck rushed to save him – he tried
To rescue his friend,
But how would it end? –
Both monkey and duck are now fried.
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They might as well be popping pills
As they trip on their internet thrills.
As they sit on their bums
And the data stream numbs –
Conversation, technology kills.
The time has come Fido, I fear.
You can see in my eye there’s a tear.
I love you, but dammit!
You’re killing the planet!
So I’ll drop some lead in your ear.
Oh Canada, you’ve so much cold to spare!
Your winters last so long, with snow and ice.
Could it be possible to warm the air?
A few degrees – that surely would suffice.
Would not some warmer winter winds be nice?
The summers longer, and the winters short?
A milder climate – would it not entice
More visitors? You’d still have winter sport;
It wouldn’t suffer – ships, to every port
Would still bring tourists bound for the snow-slopes.
So wouldn’t warming measures have support?
Here’s an Aussie suggestion – don’t be dopes;
Burn coal and gas at an increasing pace
And make cold Canada a warmer place.
He’s trying to clean up the mess.
He’s got to keep trying I guess.
At least he can dream;
He’ll send it downstream,
Where it will get jammed by Congress.