RushA Poem by Bob BHe died at seventy years of age; His words had poisoned a nation. Much of what he ranted about Was total fabrication.
White identity politics: He set a blueprint for that. And when he criticized liberals, He upped the thermostat.
Race-baiting for him was certainly Par for the course. Constant attack was his strategy, With no hint of remorse.
Being politically INcorrect To show his point of view And crossing the line of propriety Were what he loved to do.
True he had his loyal fans Who would never condemn His bigotry and conspiracy theories. What is wrong with them?
The Capitol insurrectionists, Naturally, he'd spout, Were NOT thugs, but patriots! Figure that one out.
When giving him the Medal of Freedom Despite his divisive ways, Trump insulted all the people Truly deserving of praise.
There are some who’ll jump for joy, Knowing that Rush is gone. But sadly all his vitriol Continues to live on.
-by Bob B (2-18-21) © 2021 Bob B |
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