After coming downstairs yesterday morning, grabbing a seat across from the couch and picking up little Spanky, the now, unfortunately, one eyed Pirate of a dog in my lap I said to Celie “Arrrggghh (pirate talk) and be alright, but after I be getting home tonight, a bit late after some time in my little studio to be a’fixin’ a few things on my latest shantie, I’ll be but hunkering down for the weekend”
(I stole the thought of the “be’s” and the pirate talk from a brilliantly funny story I recently read at The New Yorker. Learning The Ropes by Simon Rich. A fantastic story. You may have the time now, so take a moment. It be well worth it).
Celie: Corona?
Me: Yeah.
Celie: Stop and Shop in the morning?
Me: Well, except for that. Then Yeah.
Celie: Get cat food, litter, beer, seltzer and small Steve food?
Me: Of course, though no beer. Too early. I’ll be going down when they open at 6. Less people. I’m also all set in the beer regard anyway. Staple already stocked. And then no human contact other than that nice woman who works Saturday mornings there … I want to call her Grace but that’s not it … it’s shorter … Kay maybe. … or Gay … her and possibly that other woman who may pop by to not need to bag my stuff.
Celie: So, just a regular weekend?
Me: Hey! … it’s a hunkering … waaay different thank you Ms Smartypants.
Celie: Gotcha.
Well maybe my well honed skills at being anti-social will work in my favor during all this. Tell the universe I didn’t say that out loud by the way.
I did though fix up and finish my latest tune, adding a few soundbites as well as changing the “na-na’s”.
Changing the “na-na’s?’ Now that sounds kinda funny.
I was a “na-na” on the initial “na-na’s”?
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A man lies as he breathes
He says why would you trust another now
Who can you possibly trust
Now I’ve shown you what my facts is
A fascist truth sledgehammer
Nuthin’ else believe-able matters
Other than this con in this con man’s swamptown
(and a-oooh ah-oooh)
Lap dogs in orange swamplight
Here’s a lie-ball GOP go fetch excuses
Newsman, newsman
Get these facts away from me, ya know,
No one finds real truth interesting anymore
If you’ll loyalty me blind
I can be your despot chum
I can call you subject
And subject you adore me
You can call me Czar
This man original Trumper says
There can never be a never me
If there’s a never me they’ll never be
Happy in a sea of me
Where will the answers come from
If I don’t truly be-lieve
Who will I turn to when
The truth slaps me
Awake and awake
To the harsh realities
Of Moscow Mitch’s word marble hypocriteness
Hammers and sickles
Getting stocked up in the open
Along with some of the finest cossack hats
If you’ll loyalty me blind
I’ll let you kneel and kiss my ring
I can call you subject
And subject you adore me
You can call me King
You can call me King
A man late night he’s tweeting
How he’s a victim in this world
Maybe it’s a big blue meanie world
Where they’re just out to get him
And they don’t see his genius
Or see how great he his
The greatest all narcissists
Surrounding himself with nothing more than
Clowns clowns
Who dance for him like marionettes
In a tiny orange circus
He checks the mirror again
Sees Messiah staring back at him
At least that’s what the hacks say
And he so believes them
If you’ll loyalty me blind
I can be your despot chum
I can call you subject
And subject you adore me
You can call me Don
Na-na-na-na-na
Just call me king-na-na
You can kiss my ring na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Loyalties the thing na-na
Better never sing na-na
I’ll take your everything na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Ummmm ah-ah
Ummmm ah-ah
Better give up mind now
Ummmm ah-ah
Ummmm ah-ah
You’ll be just fine now
Ummmm ah-ah
Ummmm ah-ah
Just a matter of time now
Ummmm ah-ah
Ummmm ah-ah
Democracy dies now
If you’ll loyalty me blind
I’ll let you kneel and kiss my ring
I can call you subject
And subject you adore me
You can call me King
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