Choices

The time has come, I think, my friends
 To stand and raise your voices
 Because the way I see it now
 We only have two choices
  
 Capitulate to socialists
 And willingly agree
 The government can own you
 If they give you stuff for free
  
 Turn off the lights, take back your cars
 And when they pass the bill
 Decide who gets the pacemaker
 And who just gets the pill
  
 Or rally round a President
 Who, with his blots and smudges
 Created jobs, blew up the Dow
 And got through countless judges
  
 Who, fighting inquisitions
 And loads of Doubting Thomases
 Has, more than any other man
 Fulfilled his campaign promises
  
 Now some say these alternatives
 Can both elicit pain
 But one way there’s so much to lose
 With everything you gain
  
 Your fancy friends don’t like his looks
 And say the guy is boorish
 But thanks to grubby Charles Martel
 We’re all not speaking Moorish
  
 Sure, he doesn’t toe the mark
 With State Department Guidelines
 But with the future up for grabs
 You can’t sit on the sidelines
  
 I know that there are times you think
 “I know how Sophie felt”
 But when you have to play for keeps
 You play the hand you’re dealt
  
 Will you fight for liberty
 As boys once did in Flanders
 Or like some geeks choose General Tso’s
 Over Colonel Sanders
  
 So, drown your doubts in liquor
 Or go and tour a winery
 Whatever gives you courage
 Because the choice is binary