MAGA: Must Always Grumble About

In the land of the red, white, and blue,
A group of folks, they’re quite a few,
Who grumble and moan, and whine and weep,
For they cannot bear the march of the deep.

They cling to the past, with a death grip tight,
Refusing to change, or to fight,
For they are the MAGA, the ones who resist,
The ones who are stuck.

They whine about change, and the march of the time,
For they are the ones who are,
They cling to their guns, and their b,
For they are the ones who are stuck in the muck.

They yearn for the days when the world was theirs,
When the men were the hunters, and the women were the bears,
When the white man was king, and the rest were his slaves,
For they are the ones who are lost in the waves.

They complain and the government’s greed,
For they are the always in need,
They blame the immigrants, and the people of color,
For they are the ones who are always the mourner.

They cling to their ways, and their old-school ways,
For they are the ones who are always in a daze,
They resist the progress, and the march of the time,
For they are the ones who are always out of line.

So let us raise a toast, to the MAGA crew,
For they are the ones who are always in the blue,
For they are the ones who are always in the fight,
For they are the ones who are always in the night.

For they are the ones who are always in the dark,
For they are the ones who are always in the lark,
For they are the ones who are always in the fray,
For they are the ones who are always in the way.

So let us raise a toast, to the MAGA crew,
For they are the ones who are always in the blue,
For they are the ones who are always in the fight,
For they are the ones who are always in the night.