Junk-Yard Comb-Over

With your emerging existence at risk
Like follicle betrayal

A Nation’s ego may afford little time for acceptance,

As loss is loss.

Whether due to stress,

Or the growl of power genes,

Democracy is being chased down

But hey, you don’t have to “get used to it”

The HOUSE may be crumbling

The SENATE may be dysfunctional,

But with orange suntan aplenty,

There’s a savior clamoring to rebuild in his own image

With yet another Rogaine moment of disappointment.

But wait

There’s more…

For just 3 more pounds of your flesh

Accompanied by privatization of federal institutions

And the complete demise of education,

Plus just a few more strands from your balding pate

You can have the miracle fix…

The Trump Party soak,

The Musk chainsaw cut,

The Congressional mums-the -word daily massage.

Once indulged

Caring about your manhood,

Your womanhood,

doG, even your off-spring-hood,

all will be irrelevant.

So don’t wait

Order your FIX now

Just use the convenient

Last unemployment check

And before the life-line ends,

You can have…

Have…

Uh….

Nothing?