Look at all the fabricated posts
from the father, son, and the wholly most
mother-Zucker serves a roast
and the saluting Nazi gives a toast
“All that matters is what we’ve grossed”
humility dies inside the boast
our nation’s veins become thrombosed
when hate and greed are double-dosed
We need a Dylan of our own
calling out the orange overgrown
fascist fuckwad on his throne
autocratic in his tone
his wind-filled ego overblown
a head that’s crammed with nothing known
as knives cut justice to the bone
he snaps her picture with his phone
he loves how she’s become so prone
to wickedness and testosterone
As lies unfurl and we unravel
As truth gets bashed by the Speaker’s gavel
The blood-soaked trail on which truth travels
gets paved with liar’s spit and gravel
bendingtheneedle 