All my friends are Democrats..

Or maybe just the ones I like.

They’ve all fanned the flames of reason.

I’ve stayed as silent as a strike.

Malibu and Palisade are burning.

From the hills down to the coast.

The horses now are running loose.

And no SAG Awards to boast.

There are letters that spell disaster.

There is pain and tears of grief.

“Must be some kind of way outta here.”

Said the Joker to the Thief.