Casablanca 2: Trump-World Boogaloo
Casablanc-me
The moon’s going out tonight
and can’t decide between a bulletproof vest
or a straight jacket and tights
(She had the attention span of a corn chip
and my heart is guacamole)
Casablanc-you
All I’ve got left is a green Batman t-shirt
and a busted piano that only plays one song
While you’re over there with your new fella
Decked out in your sexy bomb shelter
Almost-nakedly debating between oblivion, Phil Collins
singing about mushroom clouds and The Cure
Romance is at war with all the things that happen in the real world
Rewound into the 1940’s
Love’s plane keeps getting shot down by brand new Nazis
Kurt Vonnegut said everything: “So it goes”
Casablanc-oblivion!
Casablanc-all this confusion that comes from all our lives
lived inside the in-between
(When you drove away I crumbled
against the door
like a slain cookie smashed by the very plate
that had sworn it its love)
Casablanc-all that gets lost between the non-existing
And the injustice that thrives in its binding
Casablanc-the penultimate dick joke,
that had nothing to do with cookies
but shit, you’ll have to trust me
It’s a dick joke, so it’s funny
Casablanc-us all
Multiverse Johnson 