[High Praise! to Oppo]

Strzok and Page (to the tune of “Turn the Page” by Bob Seger)

On a long, loathsome slope
East and West Coast lies
You can listen to Deplorables
And text out one long sigh
Because you don’t care for their money
Just for things that it can buy

But your thoughts will soon be wandering
The way they always do
When you proxy-serve 1600
Pennsylvania Avenue
Massaging the elections
Though you wish that they were through

Here’s I.M.’s
On the phone again
Here we go
Texting rage
Here we go
Revealing our true intent
No one knows
Strzok and Page

When you walk into a hornet’s nest
Strung up by your bros
And you feel the eyes upon you
As you’re sucking up to foes
You pretend it doesn’t bother you
But you just want to expose . . .

Sometimes you can’t sway the rubes
Other times you can
With those same old cliches,
“Is he a Russian or the Klan?”
And you’ve always seen Obama
As the ideal Manchurian

Hear I.M.’s
On the phone again
Here we go
Opening the cage
Here we go
Revealing true intent
Here we go
Strzok and Page

Up there in the spotlight
You’re a million miles away
Every hint of NSA
You try to squirrel away
As the stuff pours out your body
Like The New York Times today

Later on that evening
As you lie to talking heads
With the echoes of the media
— Because it bled, it led
And you stoke the day’s last Reichstag
Remembering what she said:

Hear I.M.’s
On the phone again
Here we go
Texting rage
Here we go
Seal our records, now
Here we go
Strzok and Page

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