The Eighth of November

[RiverNotch]

Now how much more fun would this have been if I were drunk? I just improvised this, and I'm posting this here coz' I'm sure y'all'll produce better variations.

Remember, remember,
the eighth of November,
when rulings and ballots were bought;
I know of no reason
why these dumb decisions
should ever be forgot!
Duterte and the Donald,
what demagogues they were:
they got approval ratings far
above what P---- earned.
Duterte, kissing assets,
the Donald, his daughters' assets --
God's providence, where've you gone?
(To where the Church still is, my son)
A hoe and a rake
for my survival's sake!
If you won't give me both,
what to do...
Lady Lazarus,
I'll become -- "Ach du!"
then I'll hide beneath the floorboards
or at least my head in steel,
I don't have the cash for bunkers,
and I don't want to feel
inferno! inferno! make the sirens sound!
inferno! inferno! for God, one last round!
Hip, Hip, Hooray!

[Ton Romus]

yea, lets hope...

I think maybe after Hooray!
end with / OK?

~Ton

[RiverNotch]

So I wrote this before any of the results started pouring in. That's one part of the prophecy done -- now I just hope the Drumpf doesn't lead to anything truly nuclear.