Let’s rap.
Two thousand twenty-two, I’m worried now ’bout you.
You’re two-thirds done and not too fun.
so where the heck have you gone?
(rhythm band in background doing their best to find one)
A new war in Ukraine with Russia to blame.
Killing children at will with no sense of shame.
bombing nuclear plants without any aim.
(rhythm band in background stops and says in unison Seriously?
bombing nuclear plants?)
Two thousand twenty-two, I’m worried now ’bout you.
You’re burning, you’re flooding, we shy away from the sights
you’ve allowed the Supremes to take away rights.
(rhythm band in background shakes their heads and wags fingers)
Two thousand twenty-two, I’m really worried now
our minds are blown by what we’ve found
An ex-pres has taken secrets you shouldn’t have allowed.
(rhythm band in background shake tambourines furiously)
Two thousand twenty-two, number of months remaining four.
we’re sick and tired of Covid and of you we implore
give us a break from chills and fevers and muscles that are sore.
(rhythm band in background nod approvingly, clapping hands)
And if you don’t mind, here’s the last ax to grind.
Two thousand twenty-two, you’re moving way behind
We’re watching, we’re rapping, to make sure you get in line.
(rhythm band moves into foreground to take bow – why, Liz Cheney is leading the band)
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Yikes – I’m clearly not a rapper. Please stay tuned – I’ll do better.

