The People's Cube - Political Satire

Hello Snowflake, hello Snowflake, what's your latest squeal
I have got no patience for your bunk, you see, see
Wh- Wha- What's your point
Are you freaking out on me
Sorry, I don't follow you, you're getting pissy;
You're getting pissy; you're getting pissy
Sorry I dont follow you, you're getting pissy

Just a second, here's a Trumpy tweet they're gonna play
And I cannot believe how you're thinking's canned, eh
You should have had some facts with you
You're just an NPC
And now you wont stop bawling, you're getting pissy

Stop bawling, stop bawling, I dont want your tweets anymore
You got your head up your ass in this culture war
Stop bawling, stop bawling, I wont read your squawk anymore
I'm going to use your tweet to mop the floor

Wah, wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah
Stop Twitter posting me
Wahwah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah
So pissy
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah
Stop Twitter posting me
Wah wah wah wah wwah wah wah wah wah
You're bitchy

Can squawk all you want, you soy sucking gnome
But I'm not gonna read your Twitter post
Cause I'm out on the stump and I'm talking up Trump
And I'm not gonna read your Twitter post
Can squall all you want, with your mouth flecked with foam
But I'm not gonna read your Twitter post
Cause your mind's in a dump and you're pissing on Trump
So I'm not gonna read your Twitter post

(Begging the indulgence of the Glorious Cube Collective, I shall decline to parody Beyonce's foaming-at-the-mouth rant. As I have never pointed out on numerous non-occassions, I only hooliganize musical efforts ---> cue People's rim shot .... Now, back to actual music ;-D .....)

It's not that I cant own you, I just feel downhearted
Cause I am sick and tired of Proggressive bitching
Sometimes I think my country's now a mad asylum
Tonight, I'll not be reading no tweets
Cause your head's up-assing
Your head's up-assing, your head's up-assing
Tonight I wont be readin' no tweets
Cause your head's up-assing

Stop bawling, stop bawling, I dont want your tweets any more
You got your head up your ass in this flame war
Stop squalling, stop squalling, I dont want your squawk anymore
My head and my heart just can't take more
Stop mauling, stop mauling, I dont want to read anymore
What ails your head and your heart, you 'bot of Gore
Stop bawling, stop bawling, I dont want your tweets anymore
You got the head and the heart of a fame whore

Wah, wah, wah wah wah wah wah wah wah
Stop Twatter* posting me
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah
You're pissy
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah
Stop Twatter posting me
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah
You're bitchy

You can squawk all you want, you soy sucking gnome
But I'm not gonna read your Twatter post
Cause you're drinking that gunk, and it makes you a punk
So I'm not gonna read your Twatter post
You can bawl all you want, you child hating crone
Bit I'm not gonna read your Twatter post
Cause you're out at the club, and you pissed away love
So I'm not gonna read your Twatter post

Your Twatter post; your Twatter post
Cause i'm out on the stump and I'm talking up Trump
So I dont care to read your Twatter post
Your Twatter post; your Twatter post
Cause your head's full of junk and you riff like a punk
So I'm not gonna read your Twatter post

*(Not a misspeiing, Comrades; a below the belt jab at the soyboy Twitterati Brigade)

It would appear, Comrades that the Cube is not gaga for Gaga … Is best pun, da?

Nyet, nyet Comrades, is not complaint. Is only for pun making. I say for pun, only!!

Is true, boon companion of Karaoke Hooliganism. Maybe TPC™ is more gaggin' than Gaga.

And, like you said...what was that hot mess screeching in middle that was not translated into Karaoke?? Maybe we could run that transmission through the Laika Space Dog descrambler?

'pelipsky asked young nephew, as we heard some kind of twisted form of music coming from radio, "Is this what passes for pop music today?" He nodded affirmative. Aunt 'pelipsky said, "I'm sooooo sorry..." What is it about communism that makes art ugly?

'pelipsky

Oh Hoo! So it was all about the People expressing their disapproval of the debasement and electronic debauchery of music consonant with the utter decadence of late stage Capitalism. I so feared I would be obliged to denounce myself for adding an unequal measure of chucklements and chortle-izations to the People's Mirth .. due to inadequate hooliganism

I must tell you, 'pelipchik, I am still recovering from the Total Spinal Replacement I received at the People's Bureau of Orthopedic Outcomes. I don't think I could have endured the all-too-necessary corrective truncheon beatdowns

Oh my boon companion of Karaoke Hooliganism...total spinal replacement??? Praise be Obama for non junk health care in your community. Obviously, spine donor was of pure Hooligan genetic material capable of lobbing acts of chucklements over walls that must be breached. Lyrics that need Korrekting.

forelock tug,
'pelipsky