Que suenen las trompetas
un don para el presidente:
La salsa lo hará grande
y elevará su mente.

Escuchen el tumbao:
compártanlo libremente—
y que él gane en noviembre
sin tumulto ni incidente.

⚡️⚡️

Nein, nein, das is nicht der Einsatzgruppen
(Nor the Schutzstaffel, sure as shootin' . . . )

We understand that it's all you've got, see?
Labeling your neighbors **** . . .

As dumb as what real Nazis do:
Calling everyone else a Jew.

That Orange Man is bad; and how.
Eclipsing ******, Stalin, Mao . . .

But you, on the other hand, are worse—
And quite as bad as this, my verse.

You don't become wiser with age

You become wiser with the more people you engage

🧠

Grosskreutz chased him, intending to harm.
Kyle Rittenhouse sounded alarm;
Then surrounded by danger,
Engaged with that stranger
Who needed a shot in the arm.

Joey Rosenbaum handled it well,
Though he’s no longer present to tell;
And his threat: Shoot me ******
Elicits a snigger
From demons and devils in hell.

The third idiot, Huber by name
Used his skateboard to bludgeon. For shame!
Mr. Rittenhouse shot—
And that skater-dude got
A delicious hot slice of the same.

Sandino ni aprobaría de ustedes.
Leo su destino en las paredes.