Vance’s Glass House Blues

Life was lookin’ polished, lookin’ nice and neat.

But some local vigilante had a different plan,

With a handful of gravel and a 'catch me if you can.'

One rock, two rock, watch the glass shower,

Guess the MAGA-mansion lost its bulletproof power.

Oh, JD’s windows are crying tonight,

Glass on the carpet in the pale moonlight.

Somebody’s bitter, somebody’s bold,

Breaking the frame of the story he told.

Smash it, dash it, now he’s in a cell,

Ohio’s got a story that the shards gonna tell.

Is it a protest?

Is it a prank?

Either way, your security’s shooting a blank.

From the driveway to the precinct in a zip-tie wrap,

That’s a heavy price to pay for a window-pane scrap.

Sweep it up, JD.

Keep the cameras rolling.

It’s just another day of the nation patrolling.

Watch your step.