“Not Again!”
(Satirical Protest Anthem)
Well, Whoopi’s on TV, got her head in her hands,
She’s sayin’ “Oh Lord, when will this madness end?”
Snoop’s puffin’ clouds, saying, “We need a break!”
Miley’s swingin’ hard on her wreckin’ ball stake.
Raven’s visions got darker, Chuckie’s niece is in tears,
Cher’s got her fist up, yelling, “Not more years!”
Sammy’s pacing hard, L. Jackson’s in a rage,
The whole world’s a stage, and we’re trapped in this cage.
Oh, no, not again, here we go, here we go!
The world’s in a spin, feelin’ out of control.
From Cranston to Chelsea, Amber to Handler,
We’re screaming our lungs out, this ain’t what we planned for!
Barbara’s got her pearls, all clutchin’ tight,
Jo-Lo’s on the street, leading protests tonight.
Stewart’s crackin’ jokes, but his face looks bleak,
And that crack dealer’s saying, “It’s worse than last week!”
They’re dancing in circles, but this ain’t no show,
They’re fighting the current, going against the flow.
With Cranston’s grim face, and Cher’s rebel yell,
It’s a Hollywood protest march straight outta hell.
Oh, no, not again, here we go, here we go!
The world’s in a spin, feelin’ out of control.
From Cranston to Chelsea, Amber to Handler,
We’re screaming our lungs out, this ain’t what we planned for!
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Now they’re all at the airport, bags in hand,
Snoop’s got his shades on, saying, “I’m done with this land!”
Whoopi’s got her ticket, Raven’s lookin’ grim,
Cher’s like, “First class only, I ain’t flyin’ with them!”
Sammy L Jackson’s holdin’ luggage, all fed up,
Miley’s got her tongue out, yellin’ “This is messed up!”
Barbara checks her passport, Lopez waves goodbye,
The whole crowd’s laughin’ as they head to the sky.
They’re boarding that plane, taking flight from this show,
Off to somewhere, where they don’t have to know.
Cranston’s in his seat, Handler’s right behind,
All chanting together, “We’re done with that guy this time!”
Oh, no, not again, here we go, here we go!
The world’s in a spin, can’t take the same show.
From Cranston to Chelsea, Amber to Handler,
This time we’ll make sure they know who’s in command here!
Oh, no, not again, we’re up in the sky,
From Whoopi to Snoop, we’re saying goodbye!
Leaving behind the chaos and noise,
As the plane takes off, we’re feelin’ the joy.
Oh, no, not again, here we go, here we go!
The world’s in a spin, can’t take the same show says Cranston to Chelsea, Amber to Handler.
But as they fly away, we in America know.
This time we’ll make sure they know who’s in command here!  cause come, January Donald J Trump’s gonna be running our show. God bless America and God bless our troops.
Author George P George Jr
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