the music man in California

the song

and dance man in a white

suit,

the governor

of California

does a little number for the crowd

while the oil

in his hair drips down.

i want

to lead you,

he shouts out as

he clicks his black and white spats

across

the shiny floor.

he grabs a silver cane

and does a little tap dance.

i want to be the one to save

you from

the orange dragon,

a wanna be King Farouk.

yes,

i know, i know that California

has burned

down to the ground,

he says,

and that the homeless sleep

everywhere,

on the streets,

in the parks,

in our school zones.

drugs are plentiful

and we're a little slow in building

the twenty years

train, despite spending billions

of your tax

dollars.

but i can get the job done,

i'll fill up those reservoirs

with water

this time. every street will have

a hydrant.

i'll pick up the trash and syringes,

hose down

the sidewalks full of urine

and excrement.

don't listen

to what i say,

my double talk,

or how my hands swing about

like a flimflam man.

i'm your hero.

i'll save you from common

sense

and law and order.

it's time to open the prison

doors and let

our people go.

tear down those border walls

we need more voters.

it's time for more chaos and higher

taxes.

boys in girls' bathrooms,

free sex changes

for all democratic donors.

it's time. it's overdue.

now let's all sing us a song.

come on, join in,

we shall overcome.

it's kumbaya for me

and kumbaya for you.

Namaste my brothers and sisters.

now let's strike up

that mariachi band

and dance like no one is watching.