Where’s my Roy Cohn?
Disbarred, my child, disbarred…
For lying & cheating & stealing clients’ loot;
For never paying taxes, stuffing coke up his snoot.
Soul scarred, my child, so scarred.
Where’s my Roy Cohn?
Disgraced, my child, disgraced…
For framing Jews as Russian spies, for attacking people’s Race;
For trafficking with Mobsters,
For lying about gays…
Disgraced, my child, debased himself, in oh, so many ways.
“Where’s my Roy Cohn?” the flailing baby cried…
He’s gone, my child, erased himself…
Abandoned by leeches like you, while dying of AIDS,
His power unmade,
He died. And you did, too.
“Where’s my Roy Cohn?” the lost boy moans,
His mind stuck back in time 40 years;
No Cohn, or Stone, or Bannon or Flynn,
To impale others & usher you in.
The Reckoning nears—the sum of your fears,
And Ethel & Julius have shed all their tears.