Because nothing says “Yay! It’s finally done!”

When pandemics end and we see the sun,

Like seeing the doc for that awesome shot

Which will give you some comfort as you plot

A return to living, freed from the box…

The vaccine?! Ha ha! No not that… Botox!

If he actually writes a Book of Truth,

And not a crazy homage to Trump’s youth,

It could be pretty strong and revealing.

We’d watch his old boss say that he’s squealing!

But then what are the chances, one in nine?

The guy never really did show much spine.

There is only one case when sex is “safe”

Because having a kid can be a chafe…

So if already pregnant, take a spin!

What more can happen? Go ahead and sin.

Unless, well, it gets more complicated

And you’re not, in fact, very well-gated…

For a family that gets so high on fame

It’s hard to believe they think it’s a shame

That a pic was posted without consent…

You have to think they probably meant

To cause a stir or shake up some drama

It’s one more scene produced by the mama.

Yes it’s an important question to ask

More important than that? You’ll need a flask.

Stock up on booze and quality ear plugs

And don’t forget recreational drugs.

Add that to the budget, work overtime!

Because having kids is worth every dime.

What do you think is going through his head?

“I’d rather be anywhere else instead…?”

Or “Church was cool, I could meet hot chicks there,

But this is so tedious I can’t bare

To pretend that I also see the light…

I mean, check out this freakshow to my right!”

Nothing says Happy Easter quite like this…

With common sense thrown into the abyss.

Looks like Iowa has now lost its way.

The hope of resurrection on this day

Will be recalled frequently in the state

Since gun deaths will grow at a rapid rate.

McCain just keeps rising in my esteem…

We share a love for Papa, it would seem.

For Whom the Bell Tolls is a great story

Robert Jordan its hero goes out in glory.

Again I wonder what would’ve been our fate

Had he not picked her as his running mate?!

Whenever Daddy told a big whopper

She and Jared would run for the chopper

And be whisked away, so far out of sight

To avoid having to do what was right.

Avoid and deny and tell monstrous lies…

It’s no wonder whatever they touch dies.

Oh how glorious those days really were

When the only point in trying to blur

The facts of a story from what was done

Was simply to have a small bit of fun.

Now that light too has been taken from us

By those who want to control and stun us.