Mississippi Delta blues for the morning after

The president holed up in his room, talking to no one, typing furiously. Had to write a song about this dark scene. While the nation brightens to a new day, the Greed Regime remains mired in darkness, division, fear, and hate. A Joseph Goebbels doppelgänger is now the White House chief of staff. The rest of us are moving on.

DARK SCENE BLUES

We had the Cheesecake Factory bring the sliders, set ’em out in the East Room,
Had the Cheesecake Factory bring the sliders, Lord, set ’em out in the East Room,
By ten o’clock them sliders was the only ones left in the room.

Tuesday mornin’ in the West Wing we was gonna grow the majority,
Tuesday mornin’ in the West Wing, gonna grow us a majority,
Susie told us in September, and Susie wouldn’t lie to me.

Boss went up to the residence with Susie and the lady with the printer,
Went up to the residence, Susie and the lady with the printer,
Turned off every lamp but Fox News, and he ain’t said a word since dinner.

It’s a dark scene — Lord, a dark scene,
And they don’t mean the lamps.

He couldn’t say a single word, but Lord, that man could type,
Couldn’t say a single word, but that man could type,
Said Fox News done it to him — by the Fox News light.

September, all in capitals — PRETEND THAT I’M ON THE BALLOT,
September, all in capitals, pretend that I’m on the ballot,
Well, the people took him at his word.

Wednesday he says he wasn’t on it.

It’s a dark scene — Lord, a dark scene,
And he wasn’t even on it.

Every soul he ever bought, mine included, went down the crossroads for a drink,
Every soul he ever bought, Lord, went down the crossroads for a drink,
Now we’re sellin’ him to the Daily Mail for less than you’d think.

First round we fired Susie, second round we fired Pete,
First round we fired Susie, Lord, the second round we fired Pete,
Third round somebody said fire everybody, and we all looked down at our feet.

Out past the gate the war run up the gas, the groceries right behind,
Out past the gate the gas went up, Lord, groceries right behind,
He called it a Democrat hoax — well, they voted with the hoax in mind.

It’s a dark scene — Lord, a dark scene,
And I’m still on the payroll.

Wednesday he come down to watch ’em set the last beam on his ballroom,
Wednesday he come down, watched ’em set the last beam on his ballroom,
Tore the East Wing down for it —
room for everybody, nobody comin’.

Nobody touched the cheesecake.
I took it home.

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Gene Scott is a writer and songwriter whose work blends political satire, dark humor, and storytelling.