Microwave for 30 seconds at nine

This week we were thankful
Can count ourselves truly blessed
And we will feed the next month
On everything that's left

Y'all know the drill, at nine

It looks like they want a coup
And to that: fat chance
So here's what we are going to do
Have a good time and dance

I kid you not, starting at nine

The final affront has been launched
Hoping to kill the truth
With unconvincing arguments
And total lack of proof

Count along at nine

I know that I can't speak for you
You have your voice, it should be heard
But I'll be glad when this is through
Right now, it just seems too absurd