Sep 30, 2023

September 29, 2023: Take The Greyhound, Rough Justice On Ya, Pop Up The Corn Martha

 

Indictments have been handed down in the case of the State of New York vs Donald J. tRUMP. New York Attorney General Lettia James has charged tRUMP with fraud and several other felony counts and is asking for at least 250 million dollars in relief along with the dissolution of the tRUMP Organization and the banishment of tRUMP and his larvae from doing business in New York. Imagine, Caesar Disgustus having his much vaunted “beautiful company” taken from him; imagine the tRUMP Organization placed in receivership; imagine the empire of Caesar Disgustus sold off for scrap. Caesar Disgustus, the all-time loser, is about to lose it all.


Pop up the corn, Martha. This is about to get interesting. Imagine, if you will, the stripping of most of the assets from this clown. Imagine him having to sell off that ridiculous jet aircraft. Imagine, if you will, Donald J. tRUMP reduced to taking the Greyhound to Washington and Atlanta to meet his serial rendezvous with justice. National television cameras transfixed on the spectacle of Caesar Disgustus and his Secret Service detail arriving at the depot, as he gets in line, as boards the Greyhound bus.


It's midnight at the depot

as he drags his bags in line

travelin' light, he's got to go

but the bus won't be on time

everybody's looking half alive

later on, the bus arrives


they punch his ticket

and he finds a seat

and moves out past the lights

come on, driver

where's your heat?

It's cold out in the night” ----Harry Chapin, “Taxi” parody


Gone is the majesty of the overblown commercial jet transformed into a gouache, gold-painted obscenity. Gone is the stage prop holding up the trappings of a completely fraudulent persona. Gone is the pretense replaced by a stark reality: Caesar Disgustus stripped of his robe and sceptre figuratively standing in line naked, if you will, rubbing shoulders with the poor and the dispossessed.


He's wrinkled on his stool

at the rest stop

the waitress being cozy

with the highway cop

coffee's tasting tired

his eyes roll over dead

got to go outside

and get the gas out of his head”


It would be rough justice, but justice long, long overdue.


But there's nothing new about Greyhounds

nothing new about feeling down”


For the first time in his gilded existence, the snot-nosed little Lard Fauntleroy would know how “the other half” lives.


Looking to tomorrow

that's the way the loser hides

he should have realized by now

that all of life's a ride

it's time to find some happy times

and make himself some friends

well you know there ain't no rainbows waiting

when this journey ends


Take the Greyhound

It's a dog of a way to get around

take the Greyhound

it's a doggone easy way to get you down”. (1)


One can only hope.


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  1. genius.com/harry-chapin-greyhound-lyrics


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