It seems these days I’m in a haze,
And I can’t concentrate on things,
on’t eat or sleep, Feel incomplete,
And kinda scared and creepy.
I look over my shoulder lots And shudder when I watch TV.
I bite my nails and cuticles
And watch my words very carefully.
I bite my lip a lot
I’m jittery, my teeth I grateI twitch, I shake, I ruminate
Lately I’m perplexed and pinched
In pain, I pout and ponder.
Why aren’t people shocked or something,
My husband really misses me.
My parents think I’ve gone crazy.
Only Glenn Beck understands me,
And, of course, Sean Hannity and Huckabee.
But, it seems, besides us three,
And the nice people who drink the Tea,
There’s no one else who can see
THE COMMUNIST LIVING IN THE WHITE HOUSE!!
Maybe I have lost my mind,
Or have been drugged by some narcotic.
Maybe I’m watching a movie called 1984
Or maybe I am just psychotic.
If I’m in a dream, fast asleep
I guess I will just try to keep
My eyes shut ’til this goes away
And I awake to a happier day
When my ukulele does not play
This dire song of distress and dismay
Called…THERE’S A COMMUNIST LIVING IN THE WHITE HOUSE!!!