Monuments to Himself

Bats in the belfry, birds on the brain

Is Mad Cow nuts or just insane?

Up to the mountaintop, a president’s cut

Uphill out of his self-made rut

Four great men on Rushmore’s face

Cow just sees a political race

Men of stature, men of soul

Mad Cow goes on an angry roll

Sees shadows from the Civil War

Traitorous generals to their core

Now front row in another war

Facing a reckoning in the streets

The tide of history almost complete

Cow now wears a Confederate cap

Prince to a movement, a final lap

Jefferson Davis, back from the dead

Royally enters Mad Cow’s head

And whispers tales from another day

The South will rise and make them pay.

While the country rewrites the history books

About how it sounds and how it looks

Cow dreams dead statues in his sleep

Imagines a garden, wide and deep

All on a pedestal, all on a whim

Everyone looks just like him.