Little Jason Kenny Poem by Kevin Patrick

He likes sucking oil from his master's nipple
And seething indignation with cold Tory spittle
Raves like a bully when he doesn't get his way
But robs candy from a baby just to earn his Pay

A college dropout, who couldn't buy his degree
Became a party dog fighting the obscene
Bashing out gays and pistol-whipping immigrants
Keeping the north white with racists Diligence
Thinks abortion is a crime but would let a child die
To prove his specious creeds, letting single mothers fry
He's letting seniors rot in a pension slaughterhouse
So enterprise keeps thriving for the thieving corporate louse


With a silver spoon on his double-decked chin
Likes to eat his words with a two-faced Grin
When the truth digs up dirt, he Calls it "fake news"
Can't stand facts so he puts them in a noose

He's mad at Uncle Sam for not killing mother earth
Drooling for his pipeline when his reasons is at dearth
Itching for a war so he can sell his mineral slime
Because It's in his DNA to sell his soul for a dime


Its Little Jason Kenny the premier of Alberta
Bloated like a baby or an ugly Killer orca
He's a Texas canuck and the next Nazi Pope
And he's leader of the mob of the great white dopes