Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Tick: Three sixty-five...

“Astronomer by Candlelight” by Gerrit Dou (1665)
Tick
Three sixty-five...

We will count down ev'ry hour

and we'll mark off ev'ry day

'til your marxist reign is over,

'til, at last, you're dragged away

to the cheering of the People,

to our deafening, “Hurray,”

'til your High Noon we call our

Second Independence Day.

A year is all that's left to you,

in days – three sixty-six.

Ev'ry hour, minute, second

ev'ry eye will now affix

to a timepiece that's convenient,

any calendar or clock,

to see how long we must play Hobbes

instead of playing Locke.

We will count down ev'ry hour

and we'll mark off ev'ry day

'til your marxist reign is over,

'til, at last, you're dragged away

to our swelling songs of Liberty,

to fireworks display,

'til your High Noon we call our

Second Independence Day

One last year for your treacheries

each a reminder how

if not for cowardly Congress

you'd be impeached right now.

One last year for your legacy

of rack and ruin and coup.

One last year for your villainy...

'til last we're free of you.

We will count down ev'ry hour

and we'll mark off ev'ry day

'til your marxist reign is over,

'til, at last, you're dragged away

to feasts of friends and families,

to toast and repartee,

'til your High Noon we call our

Second Independence Day

To the cheering of the People,

to our deafening, “Hurray!”

to our swelling songs of Liberty,

to fireworks display,

to feasts of friends and families,

to toast and repartee,

come your High Noon we call our

Second Independence Day.

 

 

 

 

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