“Just Fucking Go Already” by Sapient Rain

Sapient Rain’s “Just Fucking Go Already” is a power-pop-punk rock hybrid lament about the frustration felt by millions of Americans from the non-stop deluge of corruption and moral and ethical decrepitude emanating from the felon in America’s White House.

Under Donald Trump:

  • Armed and masked men are murdering people in the street with impunity.
  • Innocent civilians are being bombed and slaughtered.
  • Children are dying by the thousands because we pulled USAID funding.
  • Environmental protections are being eviscerated.
  • Free and fair elections are under assault.

My exhaustion is surpassed only by my anger. “Just Fucking Go Already” is an expression of that anger. The song is coming to streaming services on 07/24/2026, but you can listen to it for free today on the Suno Website here.

Just Fucking Go Already

We’re all tired of you
wreaking havoc by decree,
Running roughshod over Congress
and our democracy

Your malice and ineptitude
are rank and off the chain
From a palace of decrepitude
You host the greedy and the vain

You kill children with impunity
you stab our allies in the back
you want absolute immunity
you’re a rapist and a hack

You bastardize religion
by saying God is on your side
you’re ramping up division
your hate is bona fide

[Chorus]
Just fucking go already
we’re all tired of your crap
you’re the Freddy
in our nightmare
who never shuts his yap
Just fucking go already,
you total waste of space
no one’s gonna miss you
when you finally leave this place

You grant pardons to your donors
you seek vengeance all the time
you’re a walking talking boner
awash in grift and crime

You’re a wrecking ball of hatred
a word salad in decline
you’re a bigot and a moron
who thinks he is divine

A denier of due process
and scientific facts
He’s all over Epstein’s files
With those lewd and
vicious acts

He lies about ICE killings
and global climate change
He keeps ranting about drilling
And the New York Stock exchange

[Chorus]
Just fucking go already
we’re all tired of your crap
you’re the Freddy
in our nightmare
who never shuts his yap
Just fucking go already,
you total waste of space
no one’s gonna miss you
when you finally leave this place


About Sapient Rain

Sapient Rain is a collaborative music project in which Geoffrey Reilly writes the lyrics, themes, and narrative concepts, and Suno’s AI model generates vocals, instrumentation, and production based on those lyrics. This hybrid workflow allows extremely rapid creation of fully produced songs while maintaining a consistent artistic voice.

Sapient Rain’s music blends political fire (see Liar’s Spit and Gravel), surreal storytelling (see Hawking Talking), and nostalgic autobiography (see Seeped in the Seventies), delivered through lyrics that read more like literary vignettes than conventional songcraft. Sapient Rain’s growing catalog is thematically dense, with each track functioning as a miniature narrative or social critique.

Sapient Rain songs are available on music streaming services, Spotify, YouTube Music, and Apple Music.

You can also peruse the Sapient Rain catalog on Suno.

“A Lot More Shirley Chisholms” by Sapient Rain

Sapient Rain is a musical project that blends human creativity with artificial intelligence. It is a collaboration between lyricist / writer Geoffrey Reilly and the AI music engine Suno

The song “A Lot More Shirley Chisholms” is about the heartbreaking transformation of America from a country that welcomed and benefited from immigrants to a country led by a xenophobic nationalist who traffics in racial tropes and bigotry.

“A Lot More Shirley Chisholms” is coming to music streaming services on 07/20/2026. You can listen to it for free today on the Suno Website here.

A Lot More Shirley Chisholms

Thoughts Skewed by algorithms
Caught in thought complacency
dumbstruck and stuck in schisms
of moral rot and latency

We’re lost in planes and prisms
we’re distracted by our screens
we need a lot more Shirley Chisholms
in the land of the obscene

A greedy bigot runs the show
we all get painted by his brush
America’s lost that special glow
and the world’s been stunned
into a hush

[Chorus]
We’ve gone from taking huddled masses
yearning to be free
to terrorizing humans
trying to earn their currency
We’ve tamped the lamp of freedom
we closed the golden door
that shining city on the hill
is just a giant Walmart store

We choose a news that won’t refute us
we set up camps, we pick a side
we seek a truth that won’t dispute us
we all refuse to swallow pride

Lady Liberty has vanished
in a MAGA world of hate
She’s a dead idea in bronze and stone
we can’t resuscitate

We’ve become constant politickers
never doubting what we see
walking talking bumper stickers
with no humanity

[Chorus]
We’ve gone from taking huddled masses
yearning to be free
to terrorizing humans
trying to earn their currency
We’ve tamped the lamp of freedom
we closed the golden door
that shining city on the hill
is just a giant Walmart store


If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.

My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.

Can America Get Back on Track?

Racist-fueled hatred, intolerance, and mistrust have a well-documented history in America. Since our inception, these social and psychological forces have threatened national cohesion, slowing America’s march towards that “more perfect union”.

Keeping racist-fueled hatred, intolerance, and mistrust at bay requires a conscious and continuous effort, because people don’t evolve out of these forces on their own – because the thought patterns associated with them are passed down from generation-to-generation, dressed in “heritage” and promoted and protected under the guise of “freedom of expression or religion” often by loved and trusted parents, pastors, or community leaders.

Throughout our existence, America has won hard-earned progress against the forces of hatred and intolerance, achieving greater equality, diversity, equity and inclusion, inching us closer to a society that ensures the promise of America is accessible to immigrants and citizens alike, regardless of religion, race, or identity – it required a constant battle by ethical private citizens and elected public officials to better ourselves and to keep pushing America towards that more perfect union, where “the arc of the moral universe bends towards justice” – and all it took to slow our progress to a halt was a single charismatic narcissistic felon dragging his pointed finger along America’s ugly scab of racism, with lies aimed at our deepest fears and insecurities, for that hate to pour out from under our skin like a teeming swarm of rabid rats, gnawing at our social fabric, setting America back generations.

I don’t know about you, but I’m still stunned at the number of Americans who continue to support this hateful (and harmful) administration. I’m exhausted by the contortionist-whataboutism explanations and rationalizations for their support.

The latest despicable display of MAGA-maleficence and the normalization of hate spewed by a participant of that God-awful and trashy UFC spectacle on the White House lawn, where a UFC fighter told the crowd that former first lady Michelle Obama was a man.

Just when you think they can’t possibly stoop any lower, the crew of fucktards running this country goes subterranean.

Normal folks are exhausted by all of this.

Hateful people are energized by it.

What adds to the exhaustion is the realization that our government is no longer partnering with citizens to stamp out racism, intolerance, and mistrust – instead, they are actively engaged in fostering hate, promoting distrust, and dividing Americans along racial lines. Fighting for the ideals that made America a beacon of light and hope becomes exponentially harder when our government stands in opposition to these ideals.

With midterms on the horizon, this Government will do whatever it can to prevent America from getting back on track. A Democratic-led Congress means the Trump administration will be held accountable for the first time since taking control of the government. We need to continue to speak out against the administration’s systematic dismantling of the rule of law right up to election day — and then we must turn out in massive numbers – numbers that cannot be refuted by false claims of a rigged election.

Wounded Teaser 4: Donny Shakes the Jar


Donny Shakes the Jar
Donny stirs the pot
Donny knows that hate and fear
are really all he’s got

Insurrectionists as martyrs
the freedom fighter lies
“A fraudulent election!”
his fake-ass battle cry

He’s got minions on the take
and congress in his pocket
FOX to help him spin the lies
Vlad Putin in his locket


On 02/26/26, the single “Donny Shakes the Jar” from the album “Wounded” comes out on Spotify, Apple Music, YouTube Music, and iTunes under the artist profile “Sapient Rain.”

Sapient Rain is the artistic collaboration of writer/lyricist Geoffrey Reilly and the AI music engine Suno.

Click here to pre-save Wounded on Spotify.


If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.

My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.

Wounded Teaser 2: MAGA The PSYOP


News is now tribal
with no true reporting
FOX is the bible
a church for consorting
Where lies
lead to lust
for the ignorant masses
gaping and raping
in their Eva Braun glasses

Troubadour tribesmen
of white patriarchy
pied-piping pitchmen
for the new oligarchy
Putin has puppets
Elon and Don
a triad of hatred
running a con

MAGA the psyop
bot fueled infection,
just misinformation,
and mindful dissection
Wake all the people
Before its too late
He never meant
to make America Great


On 02/26/26, the single “MAGA The PYSOP” from the album “Wounded” comes out on Spotify, Apple Music, YouTube Music, and iTunes under the artist profile “Sapient Rain.”

Sapient Rain is the artistic collaboration of writer/lyricist Geoffrey Reilly and the AI music engine Suno.

Click here to pre-save Wounded on Spotify.


If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.

My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.

From Maine to Minnesota Available on Music Streaming Services Today

Check out “From Maine to Minnesota,” my collaboration with AI Music Generator Suno, available on Apple Music, YouTube Music, and Spotify today.

The Fellowship of Fascism and Oligarchy

Fascism and Oligarchy are familiar bedfellows that share several structural similarities, including the concentration of power, the suppression of dissent, the prioritization of ruling-class interests, and the erosion of democratic norms.

The repressive effect of fascism and oligarchy on citizens includes loss of political voice, economic inequality, reduced civil liberties, and social polarization. Horrifyingly, we’re seeing the effects of fascism and oligarchy in America today.

I understand the cynicism Americans feel around politics — and it is totally justified. But, to effectively fight the spread of fascism and oligarchy, we MUST participate in democratic processes, even when they feel imperfect. So, educate yourselves (and others), build cross-community solidarity, push for structural reforms, and stay connected and refuse isolation.

Music by Suno, Lyrics by me: Oligarchic Kings


If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.

My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.

American Graffiti

Cast your eye

ankle high

to the message wall

six inches tall

an instructive blurb

from the stony curb

inflicting think

with paint and ink

about a world

that’s on brink

Don’t be led by the moronic clown

who doesn’t know

what’s up from down

who sows the seeds

of discontent

and puts our feet

into cement

Don’t be fooled by the moronic clown

who doesn’t know

what’s up from down

who creates the chaos

in the street

then sends in troops

to “keep the peace”

who says that he’s

the only one

who can fix the shit

that he has done

Don’t be led by the moronic clown

who wears his lies

like a crown

who proffers hate

through Russian bots

while sending fascist

forget-me-nots


Shift your view

below your shoe

to the message wall

six inches tall

to the good advice

for one and all

inflicting think

with paint and ink

about a world

that’s on brink


If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.

My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.

Paint It, Black

Read to the cadence of “Paint it, Black” by the Rolling Stones.

I see a brown wall
and I want it painted black
if you have brownish skin
I want to send you back

I see brown men walk by
dressed in their working clothes
I tell my ICE agents
It’s time to make them go

I see the Ukraine fry
in Russian drone attacks
the bombing raids and tanks
that turn their cities black

I see our democracy
begin to fade away
a thousand starving kids
in Palestine today

When I look inside myself
I see my heart is black
the orange spray-on tan
can’t cover up the fact

’till that day I fade away
you’re tied onto the track
I’ll make you suffer days
while turning this world black

I watch the climate change
from here to Timbuktu
I smile at the heat that’s
burning into you

If you look hard enough
into my soulless eyes
there’s only room enough
for all that I despise

I see a brown wall
and I want it painted black
just like my darkened heart
too hard to even frac

I see brown men walk by
dressed in their working clothes
I tell my ICE agents
It’s time to make them go

My feeble mind is tainted
tainted black
Black as night
Black as coal
I wanna see the hope
Blotted out from your eyes
I wanna see them painted, painted, painted
painted black, yeah


If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my first book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book on Amazon or elsewhere, I’d be honored.

My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-9/11 America.

The Ballad of New Bobby and Joan

This is the ballad

of new Bobby and Joan

Fender guitar-lords

with truth microphones

a daredevil’s mission

to gather us all

to shake us, and wake us

to answer the call

The pressure’s been building

at a pace that is steady

our ship has been drifting

now the people are ready

New Bobby and Joan

are taking the stage

with fine-tuned stringed weapons

and words dipped in rage

Bob nods at the drummer

to get the show started

he counts the band in

to the dark and uncharted

They follow Bob’s lead

tag along for the ride

Joanie plays rhythm off to the side:

“Gather your courage

for a darkness awaits you

take aim at the hate

and the man who berates you

beware of cracked shadows

and words made of hay

of crowned jokers with pokers

who demand that you to pray

The pols and preachers

can’t show you the way

their pockets are lined

by the players that pay”

The crowd gives applause

and they nod in approval

they know what they need

it’s not change, but removal

Bob sets the tone

with a sneer and a growl

stalking the stage

like a tank on the prowl

Joanie steps forward

and smiles at Bobby

she’s not just his muse

and she’s more than a hobby

Bobby sees Joanie step up to the mic

she covers terrain, like a train on a spike

“We’re zip-tied and tongue tied

by Silicon Valley

Kidnapped by agents

who crouch in the alley

we live in a land

that is free of the brave

led by a felon

both cruel and depraved

The dream we living

turns silkweed to ashes

torched by the rich

and the market that crashes

Elon and Donny

are having a spat

while democracy dies

in a GPT chat

Bobby steps forward

his guitar is smoking

there’s blood on the frets

of the Fender he’s choking

Joanie steps back

away from the light

Bobby’s a star

that eclipses the night

“The system ain’t broken

it works as intended

in the times we’re living

the truth isn’t rendered

when God taints your money

the peril is real

there’s no milk and honey

just poisonous zeal

where the rich just get richer

the poor get to bleed

just to get stitched up

and ground into seed


Joanie steps forward

and together they sing

the sad but true story

of men kissing the ring

“They tip toe through crypto

and heap praise on their king

in the land of bent knees

and the home of the bling

They take jets from Qutar

and cut aid to the poor

plan missions to Mars

and sell weapons for war

I don’t know about you,

but I can’t take anymore

It’s time to take names

and kick down the door

The last chord rings out

the cheers earn them their wage

they turn away from the mic

and they walk off the stage

This is the ballad

of new Bobby and Joan

Fender guitar-lords

with truth microphones