By Jackstraw

Oh, gay you must be, By the Don’s keen insight,

When so proudly you flail,  At the alt-right’s massed seething.

Whose broads that are bright stars, Through the perilous fight,

For the grabbed parts we watched, And the gals that were screaming.

And the raucous Red scare! (She was bleeding from where?)

Gave proof to the right, That no f@.g will pee there.

Oh, say, is that Star-Spangled Banner still in pain?

O’er the land of the free, and the whole fruited plain.