The Penguins Are So Relieved

Here.

The YankoBoop. Jeez.

Just.
Jeez.

Good night.

---

The Penguins Are So Relieved

Hush now, America, close your eyes—
Your empire’s held together with duct tape lies.
He’s not a mastermind, not a genius with a plan,
Just a hateful fucking grifter with a tan from a can.

He breaks the rules, then sells the mess,
The morons say "winning" on Fox and Friends.
He stokes the flames, then holds the hose,
And dances while the world implodes.

Rock-a-bye markets, crash and burn,
Sleep through chaos, don’t you learn.
And if you cheer while justice bends—
Don’t be surprised how this shit ends.

His fans don’t care, they want the pain,
Someone’s loss — somehow their gain.
They’d rather watch it all collapse,
Than see the truth or check the facts.

No plan. No genius. Just a void.
A baby king with toys destroyed.
He's not confused, he's right on course,
Burns the stable, kills the horse.

Rock-a-bye nation, ash and snow,
When it all falls down, they’ll say “we know.”
And while we rage and fight and grieve—
The penguins are so relieved.