If the Dems don’t take back
the senate and the house,
I could be in the grave after being gassed —
worms playing pinochle on my snout.

Or maybe I’ll get lucky
and be in a camp concentrating
in the Commonwealth of Kentucky
wondering why there is all this hating.

But as Martin Niemoller wrote:

First they came for the Socialists,
and I did not speak out —
Because I was not a Socialist.

Then they came for me —
and there was no one left to speak for me.

So, I have no excuse.

Soon I may be sitting all alone
with no one to talk to, not even a phone.
And if I spy, on the cold, cold floor,
a wormy but tasty looking morsel or more,
I just might settle in and call that camp
my Old Kentucky Home —
until the guards say I need to be warmed up
a bit,
then burn me in an oven
and throw my ashes in a pit.