Timothy Birdnow

I saw the mummy at the White House
evil bird, the dirty louse!
In crime and in hatred he rose to power
but the grime will end
in one sacred hour

See him rage in a blood-red room
hear his fury, his threats of doom
The unbidened one, his stage a tomb

The geriatric, bloodless fool
he thinks he's slick but he'll just drool
With booted men on either side
when decency and liberty died

Who is this zombie of the Progressives? This mummy of the excesses?
Who is this dummy of  Marx? Who is it that snaps and bites, slaps and fights, who is it who snarks and barks?

He's old King Joe, the slow American foe
The Resident in Chief
He stole the show and made lots of dough
His office the home of a thief

He silences the People
from his throne up in the steeple
He demands we all submit
he takes away our guns and he imprisons our brave sons
And our voices must be silent or he'll have a regal fit

The man from Delaware
wants more than his fair share
he's completely unaware
with his cold and vacant stare
But he is the man who would be king
and demands we kiss his ring
while his praises all the newsmen sing

He really made a scene
threatening with his f-15
and promising to take away our rights
as he accused us of being the threat
with wrath and no regret
waging war on us is what he means

The wolf is at the doors
with his army of media whores
he wipes his feet in the middle of the street
on the constitution thrown upon the floor

I saw the mummy at the White House
evil bird, the dirty louse!
and now the land of the brave and free
is coming after you and me.

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