If I had a folding chair,
I know just what I’d do.
I’d swing and abuse it,
On racists and fascists.
For the good of the red, white, and blue.
Those liars that don’t tell the truth,
Would get a swing like Babe Ruth,
On those who pretend
That slavery was good,
I’d knock them on their rear end.
If I had a folding chair,
I’d look for that man in Florida, that Hitler wannabe,
I’d tell him to close his eyes and give him a surprise.
For him, with love.
From me.
If I had a folding chair,
I’d use it on the former nut-in-chief,
Who causes a disturbance,
Creates such a ruckus,
I’d knock him right on his tuckus.
If I had a folding chair,
I’d be busy as a bee,
So many people to bless with the metal,
I’d run out of time to create substandard rhyme.
Poor me.