Night has fallen on America

What we think is the sun rising

Is pure illusion

 

The earth has stopped spinning

America’s voters have ganged up on it

Pushing hard together against its spin

Pushing hard to reverse it the way Superman did

 

To bring us back to that greatness of the past

 

Oh joy! When the poor can go without medical care!

Oh happy days! When men can grab women’s crotches!

Oh the ecstasy! When facts no longer matter!

 

Oh joy of segregation! Hallelujah!

Oh happy days of pollution! Praise be to the Almighty!

Oh the ecstasy of prayer in public schools! Sing to Him a new song!

 

I hear Sieg Heil and see him raise his hand in that unforgettable salute.