On the back of every comic book
In years when I was rash
Were some items kids could order
If we only had the cash
Boomerangs and wacky baseballs
Send a buck and make your choice
X-ray specs to see through people
And a way to throw your voice
Onion gum and whoopee cushions
Gags to get you in the spirit
And a whistle with a frequency
So only dogs could hear it
Now, today, when I’m much older
There’s a different kind of tweet
And the words are there as written
But their meaning’s incomplete
Yes, whenever someone’s speaking
And their purpose seems so clear
Well, they’re really saying something
Only journalists can hear
How I try to understand it
But my tiny brain just won’t
When you say that “All lives matter”
You must really mean, “Some don’t.”
If you say what makes a country
Is a safe protected border
They can tell that you’re a racist
With supremacy disorder
If you say that life is sacred
They hear something in addition
That oppression of all womanhood
Is actually your mission
If you ask to see some evidence
The planet may expire
You’re a moron and a wacko
And a climate change denier
So, you limit what you’re saying
Cause you don’t want any violence
And the pack got what they’re after– You’ve condemned yourself to… silence
