THE TOURISTS
He cashed in on your fear
And you were happy to oblige
Waged war with unseen enemies
Created by his lies
How regretful must you be
He tapped your gullibility
Open your eyes, and see the truth
The good ol' boys were using you
And now, you’re wasting in a cell
Segregated in a jail
Left to think about the day
His sick words carried you away
Somebody give them all a mirror
Tell that senator his name
Look closely at who planned and paid
They lost the meaning of "insane"
Somewhere along delusion's way
Common sense began to wane
They sat down thinking seats were free
Now, mired in complicity
What’s left, is their stupidity
Forever on display
(Would have been sunk, had it been me)
But you can opt to cop a plea
Next time, think of your liberty
Before you go a-rioting
You should hear the things they said!
Underground tunnels kept them safe
In chauffeured cars, they made it out
While you screamed and stomped about
All paid for with the cash you sent
That they, then, funneled to their friends
Their grifting grows; your freedom ends
Still, they party at your expense
But, YOU braved the elements
Thought they’d join you in the nonsense
But, ask them to tell you your names
Ask them if you’re loyal, or lame
Surprise, jailbird!
You’re not the same
Not in their club,
Not in their league
Think of the backlash you received
You weren’t their heroes
You were fools
The most dispensable of tools
Did you not learn in First Grade
Instigators don’t get hit?
They never answer to the shit
They manipulate you to do
You left your home, and family
Armed your big, bad self to the teeth
Spewed venom on federal streets
Like a zip-danged fool
They tossed their rocks, and hid their hands
But you threw yours, and now you stand
With selfies to incriminate
Your weak excuses are too late
On brand new apps, you shared your plans
And made wild threats, and sick demands
You risked your health, life, and limb
Defending lies; supporting him
And when they hauled your ass away
For crimes you thought he'd help to pay
You learned, for him, it's just a game
His belly and accounts are full
His ranting was a load of bull
Now, your remorse is plentiful
Do you know now, you were played?
You let your hate sweep you away
No sympathy does he extend
His pockets fatten by the day
No concern for the mess you're in
Now sorry’s all you have to say
Stress overwhelms;
You contemplate
All the dumb things you did that day
To help a loser win
#insurrection
#january6
#dcjail
#January6thRiot
#politics
#elections
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