To The Former President Donald John Trump

I started singing


Bye-bye, Miss American Pie”
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey ‘n rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die”
“This’ll be the day that I die.”

-Excerpt from American Pie, by Don Maclean.

To Donald Trump, Who By The Grace of God Will Be An Only One-Term President

Some folks are born, made to wave the flag
Ooh, that red, white and blue
And when the band plays, “Hail To The Chief”
Ooh, they point the cannon at you

It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no senator’s son, no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no fortunate one

Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand
Lord, don’t they help themselves, y’all
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house look-ah like a rummage sale, yes-ah

It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no millionaire’s son, no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no fortunate one

Yeah, yeah, some folks inherit star-spangled eyes
Ooh, they’ll send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask them, “How much should we give?”
Ooh, they only answer, “More, more, more”

It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no military son, no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no fortunate one, no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no military son, no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no fortunate one, no

It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no military son, no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no fortunate one

It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no military son, no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no fortunate one, no

-Creedence Clearwater Revival, Fortunate Son

To The Americans

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas

To Donald Trump, America’s Greatest Serial Killer

Hit the Road Jack


Hit the road Jack, and don’cha come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road Jack, and don’cha come back no more
What’d you say?
Hit the road Jack, and don’cha come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road Jack, and don’cha come back no more


Old woman old woman, oh you treat me so mean
You’re the meanest old woman that I’ve ever seen
I guess if you say so
I’ll have to pack my things and go (that’s right)


Hit the road Jack, and don’cha come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road Jack, and don’cha come back no more
What’d you say?
Hit the road Jack, and don’cha come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road Jack, and don’cha come back no more

Now baby, listen baby, don’t you treat me this way
Cause I’ll be back on my feet some day
Don’t care if you do, cause it’s understood
You ain’t got no money, you just a no good
Well I guess if you say so
I’ll have to pack my things and go (that’s right)


Hit the road Jack, and don’cha come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road Jack, and don’cha come back no more
What’d you say?
Hit the road Jack, and don’cha come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road Jack, and don’cha come back no more


Well, (don’cha come back no more)
Uh, what’d you say? (don’cha come back no more)
I didn’t understand you (don’cha come back no more)
You can’t mean that (don’cha come back no more)
Oh, now baby please (don’cha come back no more)
What you’re trying to do to me (don’cha come back no more)

-Ray Charles, Hit The Road Jack

To The Americans

I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone – if possible – Jew, Gentile – black man – white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness – not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.

Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost….

The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men – cries out for universal brotherhood – for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world – millions of despairing men, women, and little children – victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.

To those who can hear me, I say – do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed – the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. …..

Soldiers! don’t give yourselves to brutes – men who despise you – enslave you – who regiment your lives – tell you what to do – what to think and what to feel! Who drill you – diet you – treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men – machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate – the unloved and the unnatural! Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty!

In the 17th Chapter of St Luke it is written: “the Kingdom of God is within man” – not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people have the power – the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.

Then – in the name of democracy – let us use that power – let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world – a decent world that will give men a chance to work – that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfil that promise. They never will!

Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people! Now let us fight to fulfil that promise! Let us fight to free the world – to do away with national barriers – to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness. Soldiers! in the name of democracy, let us all unite!

-Charlie Chaplin, The Great Dictator

To Donald Trump, An Escaped Hobgoblin From Dungeons & Dragons


You keep saying you got something for me
Something you call love, but confess
You’ve been messing where you shouldn’t have been messing


And now someone else is getting all your best
These boots are made for walking
And that’s just what they’ll do
One of these days these boots
Are gonna walk all over you
Yeah


You keep lying when you ought to be truthing
You keep losing when you ought to not bet
You keep saming when you ought to be changing
Now, what’s right is right, but you ain’t been right yet


These boots are made for walking
And that’s just what they’ll do
One of these days these boots
Are gonna walk all over you


You keep playing where you shouldn’t be playing
And you keep thinking that you’ll never get burnt, hah
Well, I’ve just found me a brand new box of matches, yeah
And what he knows you ain’t had time to learn

These boots are made for walking
And that’s just what they’ll do
One of these days these boots
Are gonna walk all over you


Are you ready, boots?
Start walking

-Nancy Sinatra, These Boots Are Made For Walkin’

To The Americans

https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/2020/11/03/with-hours-until-polls-close-here-are-data-that-will-shape-night/

And

We, most likely, will not know who won the election tonight. Stay on your toes and don’t let Trump gaslight you!

To Both The Americans And Donald Trump, Racist In Chief

How To Vote In Your State:

https://www.washingtonpost.com/elections/2020/how-to-vote/

www.nytimes.com/interactive/2020/us/politics/how-to-vote.html

https://www.cnn.com/election/2020/voter-guide/

For the love of, well, everything, please vote.

Vote against fascism. Vote against white supremacy. Vote against corruption, nepotism and self-dealing.

Vote for honour. Vote for love. Vote for truth, justice and, yes, the American way. Vote for competence, experience and decency.

Vote for Joe Biden and Kamala Harris. The rest of the world begs of you.

To The Americans


Johnny’s in America, Lo-Teks at the wheel
No one needs anyone, they don’t even just pretend
Johnny’s in America


I’m afraid for Americans
I’m afraid for the world
I’m afraid I can’t help it
I’m afraid I can’t
I’m afraid for Americans
I’m afraid for the world
I’m afraid I can’t help it
I’m afraid I can’t
I’m afraid of Americans

Johnny’s in America


Johnny wants a plane, Johnny wants to suck on a Coke
Johnny wants a woman, Johnny wants to think of a joke
Johnny’s in America


I’m afraid for Americans
I’m afraid for the world
I’m afraid I can’t help it
I’m afraid I can’t
I’m afraid for Americans
I’m afraid for the world
I’m afraid I can’t help it
I’m afraid I can’t
I’m afraid for Americans
Johnny’s in America

Johnny’s in America, Johnny looks up at the stars
Johnny combs his hair and Johnny wants pussy and cars
Johnny’s in America
Johnny’s in America


I’m afraid for Americans
I’m afraid for the world
I’m afraid I can’t help it
I’m afraid I can’t
I’m afraid for Americans
I’m afraid for the world
I’m afraid I can’t help it
I’m afraid I can’t
I’m afraid for Americans


God is an American
God is an American


I’m afraid for Americans
I’m afraid for the world
I’m afraid I can’t help it
I’m afraid I can’t
I’m afraid for Americans
I’m afraid for the world
I’m afraid I can’t help it
I’m afraid I can’t
Yeah, I’m afraid for Americans
I’m afraid for the world
I’m afraid I can’t help it
I’m afraid I can’t
I’m afraid for Americans

God is an American
God is an American
God is an American
God is an American
God is an American

-David Bowie ft. Trent Reznor, I’m Afraid of Americans. With some lyrical alterations by me.

To Donald Trump, Who Is Officially A Worse President Than Both James Buchanan And Herbert Hoover

See you later, Alligator

Well, I saw my baby walkin’
With another man today
Well, I saw my baby walkin’
With another man today
When I asked her what’s the matter
This is what I heard her say

See you later, Alligator
After ‘while crocodile
See you later, Alligator
After ‘while crocodile
Can’t you see you’re in my way now
Don’t you know you cramp my style

When I though of what she told me
Nearly made me lose my head
When I though of what she told me
Nearly made me lose my head
But the next time that I saw her
Reminded her of what she said

See you later, Alligator
After ‘while crocodile
See you later, Alligator
After ‘while crocodile
Can’t you see you’re in my way now
Don’t you know you cramp my style
She said I’m sorry pretty daddy
You know my love is just for you
She said I’m sorry pretty daddy
You know my love is just for you
Won’t you say that you’ll forgive me
And say your love for me is true

I said wait a minute ‘gator
I know you mean it just for play
I said wait a minute ‘gator
I know you mean it just for play
Don’t you know you really hurt me
And this is what I have to say

See you later, Alligator
After ‘while crocodile
See you later, Alligator
After ‘while crocodile
Can’t you see you’re in my way now
Don’t you know you cramp my style

See you later, Alligator
After ‘while crocodile
See you later, Alligator
So long
That’s all
Goodbye

-Bill Haley & His Comets, See You Later Alligator