January 12, 2021: The Music's Over, Stampede to the Exits, Turn Out The Lights

 

The pole cat has driven the dancer's from the barn. The stench is so overpowering The music has stopped; the band quickly flees the stage. There is now a rush as Donors and staffers, gasping for air, seek distance, any distance. The PGA and DeutcheBank cutting ties with tRUMP, begin a stampede to the exits. and staffers, hurriedly purging resumes, join the crush. At long last, the GOP, the Grand Old Prostitute herself, gagging and eyes watering. staggers from the floor, weeping and swearing that she doesn't know him and has never heard of him.

As the sun rises, the fumigators arrive, and the tRUMP banners and bunting comes down, an eerie quiet at long last descends upon the town. The music's over.

Cancel his subscription to the resurrection

send his credentials to the house of detention

he's got some friends inside.

"So when the music's over When the music's over, yeah When the music's over Turn out the lights Turn out the lights Turn out the lights" --The Doors

Good night and goodbye, Donnie boy, the music's over.