The People's Cube - Political Satire

They took me down the testing station
And was classified Covid
'Cause of my Wuhan infection
They told me that millions would be dead

So was put in Quarantine
And heard the lies media dispelled
But the panic driven store crowds
Cleared all the toilet paper shelves

Now if they had been real scholars
'stead 'o news reporter 'tards
Then our economic structures
Would not get a failed grading card

So, I know that they don't want me
Put these facts down in your brain
With the virus in my body
Trump is deposed of, Lordy, that's their game

They took me down the testing station
And was classified Covid
'Cause of my Wuhan infection
They told me that millions would be dead

Locked here in this room... all day
I'm only told I have to stay away

And the hours they bring me pain

Quarantine, quarantine

Living reflection of COVID-19
I lost my love, she ran from me

And now, this is my life… it seems

Thinking how it used to be
Will she still remember she loved me

Please think of me again
I beg you….

Quarantine, quarantine

Living reflection of COVID-19
I lost my love, she ran from me

And now, this is my life… it seems

Bravo.... El Presidente

Groucho Marxist wrote:Bravo.... El Presidente

Your inspiration, Sir.

Hey! Mr. Quarantine Man, sing this song with me
We're not sneezy and there is no place we're going to
Hey! Mr. Quarantine Man, sing this song with me
In the jingle jangle morning we'll come followin' Trump

Though we know our economic empire is returning into sand
Vanquished from our Land
Left us blindly here to stand but still not sneezing

This weariness amazes me, we're band-ed from our streets
We have no where to meet
And our downtown empty streets too dead for dreaming

Hey! Mr. Quarantine Man, sing this song with me
We're not sneezy and there is no place we're going to
Hey! Mr. Quarantine Man, sing this song with me
In the jingle jangle morning we'll come followin' Trump

Take us on a trip upon your tragic cruisin' ships
Press' senses have been stripped, their minds have failed to grip
Their nose too dumb to wipe, wait only for State's boot heels
No more wanderin'

We're ready to go anywhere, we're ready CoVid fade
Into Left's own parade, blast Press' ‘trancing spell away
Don't promise to go under it

Hey! Mr. Quarantine Man, sing this song with me
We're not sneezy and there is no place we're going to
Hey! Mr. Quarantine Man, sing this song with me
In the jingle jangle morning we'll come followin' Trump

Though Press might jeer laughin', spinnin',
Swingin' madly to dim Trump's sun
They're just aimed at everyone, they're just reactin' cause Joe's done
To knock out blue skies where there's no fences facin'

And if we hear vague traces of skippin' heels of rhyme
Hope you're quarantined in time, we're just a ragged wiped behind
Press wouldn't pay it any mind
Because it's just Trump's shadow Left're seein' that they're chasing.

Hey! Mr. Quarantine Man, sing this song with me
We're not sneezy and there is no place we're going to
Hey! Mr. Quarantine Man, sing this song with me
In the jingle jangle morning we'll come followin' Trump

(Skip happily in quarantine harmonica music)

Press hope Trump's disappearin' in the Woke rings of Left's mind
Down the foggy ruins of Marx's line, wipe fast with frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened sneeze, out on some windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of Marxist sorrow

Yes, entranced beneath the Marxist sky without Trump waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by press circus hounds
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath these waves
Let just forget about today until tomorrow

Hey! Mr. Quarantine Man, sing this song with me
We're not sneezy and there is no place we're going to
Hey! Mr. Quarantine Man, sing this song with me
In the jingle jangle morning we'll come followin' Trump

(Skip happily in quarantine harmonica music)