Close to You (Donnie’s Song) | Bob Shepherd


with apologies to Hal David, Burt Bacharach, and The Carpenters

Why do toadies
suddenly appear
to take your part
and kiss your rear?
Putin has the dirt
to ensure they don’t desert
and stay close to you.

Why does Mitch,
like Pence’s fly,
stick like glue to
your every lie?
To please his base, the rubes,
he’ll sell the country down the tubes
to be close to you.

On the day that you were born, the demons got together
and they larded you with vanity and vice.
Now no matter how extreme the cost,
you won’t accept you’ve really lost.
You’re lice
on rice.

Why should the ghost of Lady Lindsay
froth like Ghouliani in a frenzy?
Something’s very strange
that he’s acting so deranged
to stay close to you.

[music fades here through end of song]

Though you’ve lied and conned and gimmicked
and you’ve failed with the pandemic,
they’ll stay close to you.

Just to follow you around,
Democracy they’d drown
to stay close to you.

About Bob Shepherd

interests: curriculum design, educational technology, learning, linguistics, hermeneutics, rhetoric, philosophy (Continental philosophy, Existentialism, metaphysics, philosophy of language, philosophy of mind, epistemology, ethics), classical and jazz guitar, poetry, the short story, archaeology and cultural anthropology, history of religion, prehistory, veganism, sustainability, Anglo-Saxon literature and language, systems for emergent quality control, heuristics for innovation
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7 Responses to Close to You (Donnie’s Song) | Bob Shepherd

  1. drext727 says:

    Here is the best song I’ve seen so far.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Bob Shepherd says:

      Oh my. That’s hilarious! Thanks, Dr. Rex!

      Liked by 1 person

    • Bob Shepherd says:

      Sturm-y Weather

      Don’t know why
      I am stuck with this here fly.
      Sturmy weather,
      since Trump and I got together.
      it’s raining all the time.

      Is it from hell?
      Like me answer the Master’s bell?
      Sturm-y weather,
      since Trump and I got together,
      I’m grovelin’ all the time.

      Since becoming his pup
      The blues have never left me.
      My conscience is up and always out to get me.
      His s— I sup, and Donald will never let me
      have an idea of my own.
      Truth my whole life pwns.

      Like Satan’s fly,
      I’m completed owned, and I
      forever to Donald tethered,
      since Trump and I got together,
      I’m lower than that fly.

      Liked by 1 person

  2. drext727 says:

    As we enjoy this moment, we must plan ahead for December 15th. At the conclusion of the official electoral college vote, we all must cease to mention the little handed agent orange julius wannabe cesar in any form or fashion.

    He will do anything to stay in the news and we must just ignore him and move forward with fixing all that he has screwed up.

    Like

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