Texas Hold 'Em (Abbott Rules) - Brit Pop

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If you change the deck, you change the deal;
That’s not a game, that’s a power steal.

They know they can’t win it straight;
Trump’s tanking with Hispanics; GOP panics.
Abbott deals and Paxton sues,
They lie and cheat with deck mechanics.
Politicians shouldn’t choose voters
Or our democracy falters.

Every ten years we shuffle fair; that’s the civic trust.
Ignore the barrios, kids, and renters; our faith turns to rust.
Cold-deck numbers, bottom deals; lock in what ain’t right;
Turn Houston into puzzle pieces, hide Austin from the light.
They say, “It’s legal mid-decade,” like that settles what is just;
Follow every loophole and you’ll break the public trust.

Let the people cut the deck,
Not the governor’s will.

To the ones who left the chamber, heroes on the run,
Denied quorum, bought time, trained a spotlight on their gun.
That’s not fleeing; that’s a firewall so voters can arise,
And call this corrupt scheme out as just another Big Lie.
If the people ain’t the boundary, the boundary is a cage,
And a House that silences us is just a gilded stage.

No new shuffle. Old deck. Fresh cuts. Old trick.
Parties picking people, not people picking picks.
Democracy bleeds when cardsharps lie,
Not with a bang, but a line drawn on the sly.

2042/7500

Trump cuts in the line: “Texas, deal me five more seats.” Abbott stacks the deck—thirty days, repeat, repeat. No new shuffle, same old count, switch the cards mid-hand, Move the borders, move the voters, make the House your brand. Paxton flashes badges, “Drag the holdouts to the game!” When the dealer’s picking winners, that’s a rigged table, you’re to blame. If you change the deck, you change the deal; That’s not a game, that’s a power steal. They know they can’t win it straight; Trump’s tanking with Hispanics; GOP panics. Abbott deals and Paxton sues, They lie and cheat with deck mechanics. Politicians shouldn’t choose voters Or our democracy falters. Every ten years we shuffle fair; that’s the civic trust. Ignore the barrios, kids, and renters; our faith turns to rust. Cold-deck numbers, bottom deals; lock in what ain’t right; Turn Houston into puzzle pieces, hide Austin from the light. They say, “It’s legal mid-decade,” like that settles what is just; Follow every loophole and you’ll break the public trust. Let the people cut the deck, Not the governor’s will. They know they can’t win it straight; Trump’s tanking with Hispanics; GOP panics. Abbott deals and Paxton sues, They lie and cheat with deck mechanics. Politicians shouldn’t choose voters Or our democracy falters. To the ones who left the chamber, heroes on the run, Denied quorum, bought time, trained a spotlight on their gun. That’s not fleeing; that’s a firewall so voters can arise, And call this corrupt scheme out as just another Big Lie. If the people ain’t the boundary, the boundary is a cage, And a House that silences us is just a gilded stage. No new shuffle. Old deck. Fresh cuts. Old trick. Parties picking people, not people picking picks. Democracy bleeds when cardsharps lie, Not with a bang, but a line drawn on the sly. They know they can’t win it straight; Trump’s tanking with Hispanics; GOP panics. Abbott deals and Paxton sues, They lie and cheat with deck mechanics. Politicians shouldn’t choose voters Or our democracy falters.

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