Vlad The Inhaler
It's beginning to look a lot like Communism
Everywhere you go
Take a look at the five and ten
There's nothing to sell again
With empty shelves all standing in a row
It's beginning to look a lot like Communism
No bread in the grocery store
Shelves empty and bare once more
With open food cans littering the floor
And broken hinges on all the entry doors
The looters broke in and stole all the clothes
The TV sets, the phones and shoes
They even stole stuff they'll never use
And left only their worn out shirts and boots
And dirty underwear to scorch your nose
But the thing that makes truth ring
Filling your loved ones with fear and fright
Are the ANTIFA mobs that howl throughout the night
And the BLM Block Captains pounding on your doors
They let you know it's Communism for sure.....