Kari Lake is a lonely loser. She sits all alone at the big football game … ‘cuz she doesn’t have a job to go to.
She looks around at all the young people standing up for some kind of anthem – but old Kari ain’t standing for nobody! And don’t you even think of taking her seat on the bus.
Kari can’t drive no more, possibly cataracts, or possibly she had to trade in her gas guzzler for a bus pass.
She sits and grows ever angrier at the way the world is … still telling the world that the vote was stolen, that she should’ve been queen …
Will she one day wear a battered old tiara bought for fifty cents at a bargain store, wearing her soiled prom dress, with mascara lines permanently staining her cheeks … screaming at the world, “I should’ve been the governor! I am the greatest … the greatest … the greatest …”
Sounding like her hero, Trump. When you hitch your wagon to a falling star, you fall with it.
