When Roy Moore Comes to town …
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When Roy Moore rides unapologetically right on
through that welcoming Senate door …
will be it be on a steaming white charger with him
all cowboy-hatted & pistoled as if this was a B-movie
Western saloon brawl scene …
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& will there be an honor guard so to speak of
a veritable bevy of the bloom of Alabamian
girlhood sprinkling scented rose petals before
them …
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& will that posse of virginal temptation bring
along beside them their mamas just to be right
there to give the o.k. to man in his thirties to
walk out with their radiant daughter …
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& will there be a gold-plated chariot that carries
the huge granite declaration of His Lord’s The Ten
Commandments for Moore to instruct us all with,
you know, truth, ethics, morals, that sort of thing…
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& will there be a place for The Gay Mens Chorus to
oh so sweetly sing Hallelujahs before falling to their
knees in near abject repentance for their sin of love
for their fellow men …
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& will there once more be serious deep dedicated
discussion of the exact true birthplace of one Barack
Hussein Obama … oh how it sticks in the throat to
merely mention his name does it not …
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& will their be Happy Xmas’s again, & Swamps Drained,
& Perverseness outlawed, & huge, so so huge carved stone
statues of the Ten Commandments on every gosh darned
piece of green grass, in every town, in every city, in every
block …
God Bless The Grand Old Party.
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