Morals

I won’t suggest 

That you have no morals 

That would be unfair 

But if you support 

This president 

Your Morality 

Is sitting in the back seat 

With duct tape on its mouth 

While fear and greed 

And other bad intentions 

Drive the gas guzzler 

At eighty miles an hour 

Through a School Zone 

In the morning 

Rushing to a gun store 

On the way to a klan rally 

To celebrate 

The destruction of the Planet 

The spiraling national debt 

The caging of small children 

And the burning of the Constitution 

And while you probably 

Didn’t intend 

For this to happen 

It makes you LOOK as though 

You have no morals 

Even though you really do 

Deep down inside 

Somewhere 

You have simply decided 

That morals aren’t what matters 

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