The President has been known to push reason a little far,
But his idea for a proof of purchase ID is beyond bizarre,
With every single purchase, in every dime store
Flashing the cash won’t be enough anymore;
Don wants you to have papers on you to show who you are.
Will Walmart put you up agin the wall if you’ve no ID card?
Will the cashier at Target treat you like a border guard?
If Donald can only bend Congress to his peculiar cant
Every ‘Merican businesses business will be to be vigilant.
Still, a few survive who hope Dons plan remains ill-starred…
Those who recall with vividity loved faces long since since passed,
Who knew those ‘innocent’ ID papers meant your fate was cast,
Back in the day when a Star of David upon your sleeve
Meant only a painful few would be left to eternally grieve.
And, now to pray that even Don can learn from the past.
It has been one long year Since Justine was gunned down
By a fine upstanding officer and upholder of the law,
Enquiries by the Minneapolis Police plod painfully on in ol’ Fulton Town;
This time the Police don’t seem keen on being quick on the draw.
Justine’s long-suffering family’s impatience is beginning to show,
The Police cop-out has struck a bloody raw nerve,
It seems the wheels of justice in Minneapolis grind exceedingly slow
When its expedient to protect those who protect and serve.
‘Crazy Jarrod is what they all said,
The lies in that f… fake newspaper I read!
This is all their fault, they made me see red,
And now all over this paper my story’s spread.’
How my grievances hit the front page,
Jarrod, famous, is standing centre stage,
My word being ignored was the real outrage
So I punctuated my point with a twelve gauge.
Back to my safe secure cell I’m silently led,
There to to contemplate my sins on my single bed,
Oh, to say I’m sane or blame the ‘voices’ in my head?
Option One leaves the NRA legal team in mortal dread.
(This is not meant to be flippant, its more with a sense of weary resignation.)
Fergie McCormick was hard as nails, tough as teak,
What carnage on the rugby field he would wreak,
Yet he had a charitable as well as a rambunctious streak,
There would always be
A card of sympathy
When you woke up sometime well into next week.