Poem For Those Who Severed Jesus
In the town of Shawnee, there is no joy today
No smiles and no laughter
Because they’ve gone away
Rudely taken from us
Each before their time
Down our cheeks the tears fall
May our pain be left behind
As we know, they’re with God
Gabriel sound your horn
All will surely miss them
Till that day when we’re reborn
So be it, if it is His will.
Texas Doodle
Rocky Gaitan lost his life
Lost it for no reason
Wouldn’t get the Covid shot
Though it was Covid season
Rocky Gaitan kept it up
Wouldn’t take the Pfizer
Now he’s six feet in the ground
Becoming fertilizer
Rocky Gaitan bought the lie
Heeded Candace Owens
If he’d heeded Dr. Fauch
No dirt would they be throwin
Rocky Gaitan was a MAGAt
right wing masturbator
Stuck a mask upon his face
Hooked to a ventilator
Rocky Gaitan was so foolish
brains of Texas red rocks
If he took one little shot
He‘s not be in a pine box
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