Dear Don
WARNING: Extremely Chaotic Sarcasm
Directions: Sing this to the tune Dear God by XTC … while staring at a gas station in disbelief.
Dear Don.
Dear Don, hope you get the message
And I pray you make it cheaper down here
I don’t mean a tiny drop in the cost of beer
But all the people that you swore you’d fight for
See them drowning in their debt
’Cause they can’t afford their rent from Don
I can’t believe in you
Dear Don, sorry to disturb you, but
I feel that we should say this loud and clear
We all need a big reduction in the cost per year
And all the people that you said would be “winning”
Still can’t buy eggs or gasoline
While your ballroom’s painted gold and gleams, oh Don
I can’t believe in you
Did you raise tariffs and the price of fuel?
Did you pick Hegseth ’cause he looked good on Fox News too?
And that Iran war too?
Dear Don, don’t know if you noticed, but
Your name is on a lot of buildings made of gold
And every single interview’s the story that gets told
And all the people that you said would live like kings
Still waiting for the trickle down
While Pete explains the gas price spikes from bombing runs, dear Don
I can’t believe in—
I don’t believe in
Every rally, every claim
Every person somehow “rigging” every game
No magic wall, no golden age
No endless posting into rage
The wars you bring, the costs we drown
Another carrier headed down
The tariffs rising every week
The cable hosts who never blink
The billionaire messiah pose
The orange tan and giant robes
And if you’re watching Fox all night
You’d think inflation’s doing fine
But there’s one thing I can’t believe in
It’s you…
Dear Don.
