JUSTIN & BARBIE
Our effeminate Prime Minister
Went to see a movie about a doll.
But while he plays with Barbie
His fiefdom is starting to fall:
A fitting end if he gets finished
By his fetish for all things pink.
Soon we think, we hope, we pray:
We’ll have ourselves a better Canada Day,
When what we’ve seen we’ll see no more forever,
Like him sitting there acting the princess
With his prissy legs pressed together,
Or his standing between two perverts
With his pornographic tongue hanging out.
It hurts to have a drama queen
In love with drag for our Prime Minister.
But while Justin and Barbie play in the sand
Without their skirts to spread their tan,
Someone’s preparing the color blue
To paint the country like a man;
Or at least he won’t play with dolls.