Proud Boy Blues
I did my own research
I learned quite a lot
Turns out the election
Was paid for and bought
Q made me a promise
We’d never get caught
How ’bout insurrection?
Why not take a shot?
I got the Proud Boy Blues
Lightning bolts and swastikas
Are just a few of my tattoos
On that cold Wednesday morning
Did our couping commence
With scarce opposition
Our gains were immense
The only omission
To which I take offense
We never succeeded
In hanging Mike Pence
I got the Proud Boy Blues
Hope when I slugged that cop
I left him quite a bruise
The judge didn’t like me
He called me a chump
He sent me to prison
And boy it’s a dump
The food is disgusting
I need my gut pumped
But I’m getting a cellmate
His name is Kyle McLemore
I got the Proud Boy Blues
Deep State works late
they hate that I wanna make America great
so it’s my fate to pay these heavy dues
Flavian Mark Lupinetti, a poet, fiction writer, and cardiac surgeon, received his MFA from the Vermont College of Fine Arts. His poems and stories have appeared in Bellevue Literary Review, Cutthroat, december, Redivider, and ZYZZYVA. Mark’s chapbook The Pronunciation Part is forthcoming from The Poetry Box in 2025. Mark lives in New Mexico.
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