(Note: In the world of words, theft is the highest honor one can bestow. Robert Frost’s “Mending Wall” is the recipient/victim.)
Something there is that doesn’t love a WALL,
That populates the Senate with such dolts
And fills the House with leftist nincompoops,
And makes them think they know what’s best for us.
The world of fake news is another thing.
I have gone after them and brought to light
Where they have lied and fibbed and told untruths,
These whores, who hide their slanders up their ass
To please the lapdog traitors in their ranks.
No one admits the truth: All HOLE, no WALL!
(With one strong WALL, I might accept a hole)
As chaos called the Spicshits from their dens,
I let their Wetback leader know that he
Must ante up the millions it will take
To keep his rapist drug-lords on that side.
He treated it as if a children’s game,
And, on the day we met to walk the line,
He laughed (I should have poked him in the eye) …
Right there … there, where we most require a WALL!
In truth, these are all simple folk,” he said,
Who want for little but to stay alive.”
“Alive, my ass,” I cried, “they’re simply scum.
The truth? Good fences make good neighbors!”
“How do they make good neighbors?” then he asked,
“What is so precious that your might and wealth
Cannot give simple kindness pride of place?
Look at their hands! They know what hard work is.
Look at their hearts! They know the good from bad.”
And I? I know the truth my father taught:
LET NO ONE GET INSIDE THE WALL YOU BUILD
AROUND YOURSELF. OUTSIDE IS MERELY TRASH!
GOOD NEIGHBORS ARE THE ONES YOU NEVER SEE!”