Donald We Shall Fight You On The Beaches

01_med_res.jpgDonald we shall fight you on the beaches. 
We shall super storm you in the air… 
Earthquake your golf course… 
Freak tornado your hair – we are dancing, dancing, dancing
Not so scared - That’s our flag - it's still there.

Ask not what Donald Trump can do for you
The rents are too goddamn high
What country you from? What country you from?
My country is so dark the selfies go blind
My nation is a warehouse of bump and grind
Every thought of Trump is thrown to the gods
And every hip-shake thang is bad for jobs
I dance in a bio-region with no fire codes
I hacked your tweet with my extinct toad

Donald we shall fight you on the beaches. 
We shall super storm you in the air… 
Earth quake your golf course… 
Tornado your hair – we are dancing dancing dancing 
Not very scared That’s our flag - still there. 
That’s our rockets' red glare.

Ask not what Donald Trump can do for you
The rents are too goddamn high
What country you from?
In my country we pick through the wreckage of greatness
...we live in lateness
...our museums are shocked and bored
A thousand celebrities demand one happy ending
Happy with this bloodletting that’s trending?