The president needs a distraction.
That’s why I’m here.
I’m the right degree of action
to stoke your primal fear.
The tax cut in the Senate
to help the morbidly rich,
the felonious grifter wants it to get it,
but he knows the hitch
is in the public knowledge,
so there has to be subterfuge,
like “woke liberal colleges”
and petty manufactured feuds.
My job, you see, is to throw you off
the scent of the scene of the crime,
give you something else to scoff
at, make you angry all the time.
For when you’re warring with your neighbors
over culture, books, and God,
you’ll be too exhausted later
to figure out the con.
You’ll feel informed, sure,
so you’ll win the match at Christmas
when the whole family is at the door,
and you want to prove you’re “Christian”.
So you whip out selections
from the King James bible,
(omitting the exceptions
you were told are not viable).
The book doesn’t ban abortion,
but you didn’t hear that from me.
The partisan distortion
fits your ideology.
I’ll never correct the record
even though I know better.
This network has a checked
past with defending the letter.
The same goes for guns,
your beloved Second Amendment.
It doesn’t mean what you think it does,
but you’ll never hear me say it.
It’s always about tax cuts
to the top percentage’s percent.
The republicans lying to us
know who owns them.
So stay tuned.
Be prepared to storm the gates.
Now you’re sufficiently screwed,
I’ve fueled your hate.