The Night Writer

A Hero to Highwaymen

His meds kick in by 3 a.m.
More threats just like before
The LEGO Army laughs that they’re 
Two-hundred miles from shore

If you’re afraid of getting close
Then what can you shut down
And why on earth would you expect
Your boots to hit their ground

But if they do I promise you
That they have let you in
Just like your failed uranium 
Snafu seizure spin

So if you’re reading from Truth Social
Right before your day begins
Just blame it all on Sleepy Joe
The Night Writer strikes again