A Triptych of Tricks

1. You send your little boy to school, and he comes home a girl.
Your he’s a she, your him’s a her – it makes me wanna hurl.
They set up for the operation in the cafeteria.
Just one more fiction I’ll spin, to whip up gender hysteria.
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2. No one knows what God thinks… Well, I’m sure I have some insight:
when toward me came that bullet, He diverted it while in flight.
So, why did God protect me when I don’t know what a prayer is?
He wants Me me to straighten out the country – and not Harris.
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3. I’ve every right to interfere – how could I be indicted?
Jack Smith (that crackhead) comes for me again; I’m gonna fight it.
I won’t admit I interfered the last time there was voting:
another cockamamie plan – that once again I’m floating.