They're spotting comrades in the Trump Towers © PETER ANDERSSON A MUSIC PARODY BASED ON: "(I NEVER PROMISED YOU A) ROSE GARDEN" BY: LYNN ANDERSON BONUS QUOTE: "I don't believe there's anything intrinsically wrong with capitalism, just as I don't believe there's anything intrinsically wrong with fire. Both have served as powerful engines of human development and offer huge civilizational benefits if handled correctly. In the case of fire, that means the provision of fire extinguishers, a fire brigade, and hospital burns units. Unfortunately, it seems to be beyond our capacity (or at least interest) to do anything similar with capitalism." RICHARD MORGAN		Writer's tip: If stuck on a subject, try change the narrative perspective from "I" to "they" - that ups the number of, let's call it "memetic contact areas”, from two (you vs the subject) to three (they vs the subject vs others) and then it'll be easier to find and pace in memes, trivia, lore, double entendres, puns, etc. It's like having three Venn Diagram Circles to pull from (four if you also combine two overlapping subjects) instead of two. Case in point; this parody started out as "I found a comrade in the Trump Tower" and/or "I found a bugger in the Trump Tower" but on those angles alone I couldn't bring it home, so I added a big "they", the MSM, and their constant hammering on Trump that I've already mocked about with recently - and just like that my muse started flowing puns and lines again and this parody came together quite easily. The original song can be heard HERE. One by the hour They're sending buggers to the Trump Towers From over the state lines They gotta fill their quota Trump deadlines And they bite on every tip of Donald unzipped Can't let go no-no-no-no They're pissing sour And dream of leakers in the Trump Towers They'll go out on a limb With faces all grim But they're fake news jesters scouting for Russian doners With for Hillary a boner Well, if mudslinging Trump Can't make him a chump And they're still on the trace of gray in his orange matter They're mad as a hatter But dead or alive or stuck in folly Health care they need's on the congress trolley Both sides get a nothing-burger, from those clowns Five by the hour They're spotting comrades in the Trump Towers And up in the White House They see a communista old block spouse They've lost their marbles They try to schlong us with their news garble All these trial balloons And clickbaity monsoons Is if that's what they have for voodoo A steaming pile of nothing new That their ratings drop from poking into They fret and cook and roar and bleed Still MAGA's the creed And the cry of wolfs and alt-fact bears they pout about As in throes they are barking out loud So mill till you chill, but don't be bitter Six months in office and STILL NOT HITLER! Flush that song from dated journos down the can Next up a pardon Might save ol' Hillary from blue wardens Heads will be exploding Cognitive dissonance be unloading © Peter Andersson 2017
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