I took a poem I wrote several months ago, titled Spit and Gravel, tweaked the wording, added a chorus, and used Suno to set my words to music under the artist profile Sapient Rain.
Sapient Rain is a collaborative musical project that pairs me, the lyricist, with the AI music platform Suno.
Liar’s Spit and Gravel is available on music streaming platforms on April 12th, 2026, but you can listen to it today on Suno.
Liar’s Spit and Gravel, by Sapient Rain
Carpet bombing
Pedophile
The trashy king
Of tacky tiles
Pushing sneakers
Selling bibles
Names all over
Epstein’s files
Hawking watches
Hats and tees
What’s the price
Of dignity?
It seems that what
We value most
Is the loud and proud
Who like to boast
About dropping bombs
And making ghosts
When all that matters
Is what we’ve grossed
When hate and greed
Are double-dosed
Our nation’s veins
Become thrombosed
We need a Dylan
Of our own
A collective moss
Around the stone
We need a Martin
For the day
To gather us
To make some hey
We need a Bobby
To inspire
To fight injustice
To light a fire
Where are the leaders
Of today
As dead as Caesar
and JonBenét
Autocratic
In his tone
His swelled-up ego
Overblown
A head that’s crammed
With nothing known
Cuts lady justice
To the bone
He snaps her picture
With his phone
He loves how she’s
Become so prone
To misogyny and
Testosterone
Bibi, Don,
And Vlady P
Selling war
To you and me
Killing, stealing,
And getting rich
Double-dealing,
Bait and switch
End-time preppin
Sneak attacks
Their Jesus Christ
Ain’t comin back
They drop his name
While talking smack
And stab our allies
In the back
We need a Dylan
Of our own
A collective moss
Around the stone
We need a Martin
For the day
To gather us
To make some hey
We need a Bobby
To inspire
To fight injustice
To light a fire
Where are the leaders
Of today
As dead as Caesar
And JonBenét
Hegseth, Miller, RFK,
On the news
To fuck my day
Lindsey, Marco,
And Pammy Bee
Spewing lies
For all to see
See JD’s Maybelline
Eyeliner
Trump on the hunt
For vagina
Wraps himself
In stars and stripes
Pretends he’s cool
Like Wesley Snipes
Cocky, brass
In midnight rants
Surrounds himself
With sycophants
Marco, Graham,
And JD Vance
As lies unfurl
And we unravel
As truth
Gets bashed
By Johnson’s
Gavel
The blood-soaked
Trail on which
Truth travels
Gets paved with
Liar’s spit
And gravel
Fuck the Prez
And his crew
Screwing over
Me and you
He’s full of shit
A fucking liar
Making us
The world’s pariah
We need a Dylan
Of our own
A collective moss
Around the stone
We need a Martin
For the day
To gather us
To make some hey
We need a Bobby
To inspire
To fight injustice
To light a fire
Where are the leaders
Of today
As dead as Caesar
And JonBenét
If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.
My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.
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