There’s just something about this play that lends itself well to quoting during these trying days.
I think our country sinks beneath the yoke;
It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash
Is added to her wounds
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
I can’t handle the outrages. It synchs worse and worse.
The needy White House id obeys Putin and a KKK baddie.