The NBA Finals in 2025
What should I even be saying?
Some new stars have apparently arrived
But most people have no clue who’s playing
That’s what happens when you mix two places
That only dumptown guys adore
The crowds are full of non-famous faces
The product, well, it’s quite the bore
But there’s one dude who’s really happy
With the suboptimal state of affairs
He considers himself the nation’s pappy
And kind of has weird orange hair
This man he goes by the name of Trump
Who knows what goes on in his head
In this case, where others see dumps
He sees bright and beautiful red
One side is in Oklahoma
Which is red as the hottest hell
And the other is in Indiana
Which is basically bloody as well
The first state has 77 counties
And not one went for Ms. Harris
The other has 92 counties
Four went blue—they should be embarrassed
With regards to the latter state
Mr. Trump will likely claim fraud
In four spots—not 88
Then…he’ll go find a new broad
These NBA Finals are the perfect template
For the way the country should be
Scared of science yet somehow Great
Thumping that Good Book with glee
No team in the East is more right wing
Look it up and mark my words
No squads out West more conservatives bring
We’ll call these finals backwards
If you want a warm planet
And favor corporate extortion
No one here will try to ban it
Please, just don’t expect an abortion
So try and enjoy the b-ball
You might learn a new name or two
And if you hit the proverbial wall
I have some good news for you
No matter who ends up winning
One thing is totally true
Someone will be there grinning
At all the losers who voted blue
