Anniversary Rhyme

There's a rat on the phone line

noddin' like a crow,

seen a frog on the black-top

dyin' r e a l slow.

There was lights in the night sky

over by the crick,

and no preachin' last Sunday

'cause the Pastor got sick.

I don't read no papers,

the bar has Fox News,

I like to watch the warm-up fights

with the Arabs and the Jews.

Old John got the number wrong

- the number of the beast -

911 is the brand

on one a’ the devils at least.

A pale rider's comin'

maybe flyin' on a plane,

maybe drivin' a motor car

or a New York subway train.

We got an event Saturday

- we're gonna start the fire -

gonna blow the last Trump,

throwin' books onto the pyre.