War Pipe Bong
It’s so serious,
it ain’t even funny
High times going on
in a White House underground bunker,
where Archie is glassblowing
American taxpayers’ money
He got heavy munchies
of Jughead hero dreams
Telling his kitchen cabinet
to kiss the silver signet
of his fingered bling-bling
And pass the smoky salmon white bong,
so he can puff chest more dire threats —
Tell the world the alt-right ain’t never wrong,
with hot rhetoric ... no cooling the chaos jets
Drop some short tweet bombs,
scaring all of the Muslim moms
Tight lip sync military drone
is getting lung target practice
hitting the anti-peace pipe long
It’s so hippy hilarious,
so very crooked smile flower child Hillary
Why ain’t nobody laughing,
but little Rocket Man and his American buddy?
Sucking down the helium vapor smoke,
blowing out high-pitched nuclear chuckles
Donald Trump and Kim Jong-un,
just an irregular Cheech and Chong
Two kamikaze kings toking on the throne,
passing around the war pipe bong
Very few got voter’s remorse,
silent majority never speaks wrong
Donald Cheech and Kim Jong Chong
are blowing our minds
smoking on that war pipe bong
And when the smoke clears,
pray that the planet ain’t gone
It’s so coke head crystal meth sad,
hallucinogenic crybaby time
The white lie joke’s on us,
as they snort rave another ha-ha line
But why ain’t nobody laughing no more?
Twin lunacy ... two grown-up babies always so moody
Nero madness the world can’t ignore,
their crazy talk
got that crack pipe smoking hot for sure
Inhaling another enriched hate chunk that’s pure,
and getting a big buzz from their verbal rancor
They are so empty-headed satisfied
with their comedic, bungling war cries
Laying in a geopolitical Strangelove bed,
intermission snacks served for two stoned Grateful Dead
Sucking down hydrogen cancer stick smokes,
blowing out puffs of nervous uranium chuckles
Donald Trump and Kim Jong-un,
just two wild and crazy guys
Not-so-funny bone Cheech and Chong,
both got a serious nuclear jones
Two kamikaze kings toking on the throne,
passing around the war pipe bong
Only a few got candidate kissing regret,
they sorry-sack swapped the wrong spit
Donald Cheech and Kim Jong Chong
are blowing their minds
smoking on that heated war pipe bong
Lighting a nuclear fire
and hitting that anti-peace pipe strong
When the bong smoke clears,
pray that the planet is still here
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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