Hey Nikki!

Read to the tune of Hey Mickey

Oh, Nikki you’re so fine

Stick it to the orange swine

Go Nikki!

Go Nikki!

Oh Nikki, you’re OK

your tan is real, it’s not a spray

Go Nikki!

Go Nikki!

Oh, Nikki

You’re our girl

You don’t make us want to hurl

Go Nikki!

Go Nikki!


Hey Nikki –

He wears a MAGA hat

and always likes to brag

Melania took off

So instead, he humps the flag

He’s flabby and he’s soft

He really makes me gag, Nikki


You seem to know your shit,

debating all those men

Saw one-by-one they fell

and then they fell again

And when compared to him

You score a perfect ten, Nikki


Oh Nikki, he’s so shitty, we all understand

He’ll grab you by crotch with his tiny orange hand

 Oh Nikki, he’s so shitty, we all know his game

Its guys like him Nikki

and what they do,

what they do Nikki

They Kill Democracy


Hey Nikki –

He loves that Kim Jong Un and his Putin Pal

He can’t be gone too soon

Cuz he’s killing our morale

Please send him to the moon

And then you’ll be our gal, Nikki


He screamed to stop the steal

And wanted to kill Pence

He makes our blood congeal

Behind his border fence

He wants us all to kneel

You are the best defense, Nikki


Oh Nikki, he’s so shitty,

we all understand

He’ll grab you by crotch

with his tiny orange hand

 Oh Nikki, he’s so shitty,

we all know his game

Its guys like him Nikki

And what they do

 what they do Nikki

They kill democracy


Oh, Nikki you’re so fine

Stick it to the orange swine

Go Nikki!

Go Nikki!

Oh Nikki, you’re OK

your tan is real, it’s not a spray

Go Nikki!

Go Nikki!

Oh, Nikki

You’re our girl

You don’t make us want to hurl

Go Nikki!

Go Nikki!


Oh Nikki, he’s so shitty,

we all understand

He’ll grab you by crotch

with his tiny orange hand

 Oh Nikki, he’s so shitty,

we all know his game

Its guys like him Nikki

And what they do

 what they do Nikki

They kill democracy

Was is Hope

Scattered thoughts

in worry’s kettle

they boil, bubble

and test your mettle


Your day gets buried

by tomorrow

Deep distress

morphs into sorrow

Sorrow blooms

into despair

With eyes shut tight

you cut your hair

You live your days

inside a stare

Stained coffee cups

are everywhere


The blinking light’s

unanswered calls

Just windows, ceiling,

and four walls

Kitchen trash

and rotting fruit

Dirty laundry

crumpled suit


Gripped by it

it sticks like tape

Thoughts are formed

and then take shape

and so, you plan

your great escape


Then . . .

The sun

Seeps through

the blinds one day

Her emergence

takes your breath away

You brush your teeth

You comb your hair

A welcome break

from your despair

You hope it lasts;

you pray it does

Then it dawns on you

That hope is “was”


Because . . .

“was” is change

always pending

A twisting road

unknown and bending

I was depressed

it went away

It stuck to me

but did not stay

It will return

of this I’m sure

Because was is was

it’s not a cure


Still,

keep “was” close

in your darkest hour

Because “was” is hope

and hope is power