On the first day of Christmas the White House gave to me:
An alternate reality.

On the second day of Christmas the White House gave to me:
Two NDAs and an alternate reality.

On the third day of Christmas the White House gave to me:
Three Trump steaks, two NDAs, and an alternate reality.

On the fourth day of Christmas the White House gave to me:
Four racist thugs, three Trump steaks, two NDAs, and an alternate reality.

On the fifth day of Christmas the White House gave to me:
Five hundred lies, four racist thugs, three Trump steaks, two NDAs, and an alternate reality

On the sixth day of Christmas the White House gave to me:
Six childish tantrums, five hundred lies, four racist thugs, three Trump steaks, two NDAs, and an alternate reality.

On the seventh day of Christmas the White House gave to me:
Seven Russians hacking, six childish tantrums, five hundred lies, four racist thugs, three Trump steaks, two NDAs, and an alternate reality.

On the eighth day of Christmas the White House gave to me:
Eight super spreaders, seven Russians hacking, six childish tantrums, five hundred lies, four racist thugs, three Trump steaks, two NDAs, and an alternate reality.

On the ninth day of Christmas the White House gave to me:
Nine COVID cases, eight super spreaders, seven Russians hacking, six childish tantrums, five hundred lies, four racist thugs, three Trump steaks, two NDAs, and an alternate reality.

On the tenth day of Christmas the White House gave to me:
Ten crooked pardons, nine COVID cases, eight super spreaders, seven Russians hacking, six childish tantrums, five hundred lies, four racist thugs, three Trump steaks, two NDAs, and an alternate reality.

On the eleventh day of Christmas the White House gave to me:
Eleven lawyers losing, ten crooked pardons, nine COVID cases, eight super spreaders, seven Russians hacking, six childish tantrums, five hundred lies, four racist thugs, three Trump steaks, two NDAs, and an alternate reality.

On the twelfth day of Christmas the White House gave to me:
Twelve new indictments, eleven lawyers losing, ten crooked pardons, nine COVID cases, eight super spreaders, seven Russians hacking, six childish tantrums, five hundred lies, four racist thugs, three Trump steaks, two NDAs, and an alternate reality.

-by Bob B (12-18-20)

I remember the first time meeting my good friend Jimmie.
They said he was addicted to whiskey.
Maker’s Mark to be exact.
I was longing to be in my natural habitat
A country musician who’s skin’s black.
Pop-country is supposed to be bad.
I never understood that.

Nobody ****** with us.
Immediate joy and trust.
Our minds clicked like a clique on a beat.
“Stick around with us. Show us your mind. Have a seat. Maybe you could be a part of our team.”
A connection I never had yet.
People finally considered my mind an asset.

Code names and NDAs to protect the stars Stoney Creek would create.
She was supposed to come along someday,
but she had no patience to wait.
Absorbed by past dates and bad fates.

Code name’s “Whiskey,” because I matched shot for shot.
Shared my story, heard their thoughts.
Told me I had made my mark.
“Whiskey is a Mark Maker. A genius writer and creator”
We made our mark with Maker’s Mark.
We gamble often off the charts.
Take some time to play some cards.
Write some songs straight from the heart.
A connection that’ll never fail.
We knew it from the start.