The Painted Fascists: MAGA’s Second-Rate Nazi Cosplay

In the land of the free, where the stars and stripes fly,
A mob of painted fascists gather, oh my!
Their red hats and flags, a sight to behold,
A second-rate Nazi cosplay, a story to be told.

They march and they shout, their voices so loud,
Their beliefs, so twisted, like a dark, stormy cloud.
They wave their flags high, with a sense of great pride,
A second-rate Nazi cosplay, a sight that makes one hide.

Their words, so venomous, a poison to the ear,
A second-rate Nazi cosplay, a reminder of fear.
They spew their hate, with a grin so wide,
A second-rate Nazi cosplay, a disgrace to the tide.

Their hearts, so cold, like a winter’s chill,
A second-rate Nazi cosplay, a sad, sad thrill.
They rally behind a man, a puppet on a string,
A second-rate Nazi cosplay, a dance that’s quite unhinged.

Their beliefs, so outdated, like a dusty old book,
A second-rate Nazi cosplay, a sight that makes one look.
They cling to their past, like a child to a toy,
A second-rate Nazi cosplay, a game that’s quite coy.

Their vision, so narrow, like a tunnel’s dark end,
A second-rate Nazi cosplay, a story that must be penned.
They dream of a world, where only they rule,
A second-rate Nazi cosplay, a game that’s quite cruel.

So let us remember, these painted fascists,
A second-rate Nazi cosplay, a tale that persists.
For they are a warning, a lesson to be learned,
A second-rate Nazi cosplay, a story that must be turned.