A Dylan Song Reimagined for Trump and Cruz

               All Along the Border Wall

“We’ve got to keep them out of here.”

Said the Trumpster to Ted Cruz.

“There’s too much crime here.

Too many more jobs to lose.”

 

“Businessmen, they send me funds.

Pastors tend my flock.

But none of them along the line

Understands it’s all a crock.”

 

“No reason to get frustrated.”

Ted Cruz he sharply spoke.

“There are many in our country

Who think that we’re all just a joke.”

 

“But you and I, we’ve fought through that.

We deal in hate and fear.

So let us both talk falsely now

The election’s getting near.”

 

All along the border wall

Drones kept the view.

Electric fences going up

Alligators, too.

 

Outside in the cold distance

The refugees did cry.

Two smugglers were approaching

The voters watched and sighed.

 

Parody of “All Along the Watchtower” by Bob Dylan.