You best

 You best clear off my land 

     You filthy stinking bum 

You'll get not a speck from me 

     Cork off that flask of rum 

I've no pity for your lot

     Neither had my father 

Best skirt the town don't want you round 

     An eyesore not worth the bother 

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The moonlight in the lake

Their oxen cut in half 

They crossed the land and then their hearts left a crying wake 

Hounds too close gave chase 

And men with torch and staff 

Banging pots and pans to run them from the place 

                 * 

You best go down the road

     It's one way away from here 

My shotgun's got your name

     Carved in deep and clear

           * 

The church was full of cheer

     The candles warmly glow

The alms fell from their palms into the pastor's beer

Spirit filled the air, men nodded off and on

The pews still smelled of varnish 

The sermon a humble con

Outside the mangey loiter

Their clothes mere shreds of rag

They built the walls around the town of stone in servitude and goiter 

           *

You best crawl low and fast

      The fence it zaps and bites

Your skin blends in the evening dim and no one years your shout

Your papers keep them safe

       There in the mothers bodice

It's the first place constable looks

     We're dumb but not a novice

      * 

You best slink off my block

      You cardboard canning man

Can't run two nickles twixt your calloused crooked thumbs

My pappy bought this farm

And tore your hovel down

Three centuries wet and you still don't get why wars are never won 

The maga on my hat 

They put me in the corner

My school is way too queer tell Mickey he's a goner 

The hanging chad we worship 

And sharpie magic fix

Built the dimwit deeper dim to show their flaxen face 

Golf pants full of rubles

Florida sinks the land

Cuba looking better than Tampa's steroid glands

You best get off my dune

    You condo falling down

My bribes undid every building code I'll Sue if you slander

The climate only changes if Lord doth willeth so

I drained the swamp with holy grace

You get no vote to sayeth no

Your canoe made of bark

Can eat my musket ball

     The trail of tears that's still so gay go lobby Mr Mark

The Foley and Pam Bondi

They went to Trump U.

    Just stamp your foot in the toilet

You'll hear the rubles diversity

          *

You best get off my rights

     You hollow piece of crap

We'll vote with fists and gerrymander the map

Your Mr tater face

The famine overcame

     Indentured ignorance

Goofy gets the blame