[High Praise! to Oppo]

Proggies (to the tune of “Piggies” by The Beatles)

Have you seen the little proggies
“Living in the world”?
And for all the little proggies
Here’s your poster girl
Always having pearls
Thrown before her.

Have you seen the bigger proggies
Take it in the shorts?
You will find the bigger proggies
At their last resorts
Always have the courts
To play around in.

In disguise, with all their backing,
They don’t care what goes on in the Bronx
Eyes on prize, devise a hack job
What they need’s a damn good whack-job.

Everywhere there’s lots of proggies
Living proggie lies
You can see them out for dinner
With their proggie guys
Flipping off the earth
With each hamburger.

[Hillary mumbles: “One more time . . .”]
[Orchestra tries, and fails, to play “God Bless America”]