I get my marching orders from
whom,
on a day when goons occupied the Capitol,
ordered me to learn that scary Vandals song,
Anarchy Burger. I’ll croon
it sweeter than a dove, and it will be my radical
choice to take my singing orders from whom
other than my best friend
Ulalume,
on a day when our lame-duck maniac
President sent rioting orders to his vandal team,
whom he’d already gaslighted
to their ghastly doom—
to them, dear and irreplaceable.
OK, so whom
do I really yearn for in my
lonely room,
do I adulate and light a candle
for, so much as to learn that scary Vandals song?
Someone whom I’m at home
with, who’ll walk with me into a better world—
who'll be giving me my marching orders from
now on, to have learned that scary Vandals song.
