The plane that took my love away
Must fly again another day
To bring her back home, here to me
But maybe that won’t come to be
The Strait of Epstein’s all clogged up
I’m buying diesel by the cup
And fuel for jets is running dry
Will planes start falling from the sky?
She needs that ride to make it home
I miss her so since she’s been gone
Though I should have some greater cares
For genocides, foreign affairs,
Deportations, graft, and crypto frauds,
Censored press and state-backed gods,
Forced birth, stacked courts, and cabinet drunks,
Masked thugs and other icy punks
But I really want my love with me
She needs jet fuel to cross the sea
Not protesters being shot to death
And other crimes by Cheeto-breath
—2p
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