How Do You Like Your Big Boy Now

from daddy’s bloated silver plates
to big shots and potentates
from tall towers and limousines
to scary blaring magazines

how do you like your big boy now

from sharpened helicopter blades
to spectacles and promenade
flags waving in your face
and stupid all over the place

how do you like your big boy now

from insult talk and blather mouth
to border bigots north and south
from ugly to uglier still
choking on a dollar bill

how do you like your big boy now

super patriotic thugs
red white and blues and other drugs
watch him whip the angry mob
to go on out and do the job

how do you like your big boy now

inflated orange baby moons
and angry diaper tycoon balloons
high above the pitchfork crowd
i can hear them shout out loud

how do you like your big boy now

my country tis of tattered rags
and empty broken paper bags
the mirror on the shattered shelf
i don’t even recognize myself

how do you like your big boy now

the fires of the rising sun
will shine and burn on everyone
and scare the darkness into fits
and that’ll be the end of it

how do you like your big boy now

and we will spread the love around
tamp the dirt and keep it down
then we’ll wipe our hands on our pants
and we’ll all go out and dance

how do you like your big boy now