Tag Archives: Poetry

He Throws Due Process Out the Window

Sing to the tune of “She Came in through the Bathroom Window” by the Beatles

He throws due process out the window

kidnapping people on the street

Sec Defense Pete said he didn’t know

about Signal App security

Didn’t anybody tell us?

Didn’t anybody see?

Trump’s a dirty rotten scoundrel

with morons in proximity

He claims to always have the answer

he’s golfing every single day

to the nation’s chances he’s a cancer

and three-term Don won’t go away

Bobby Junior’s a vax denier

He’s making money off his claims

He shovels coal into the fire

To fuel the anti-science train

Didn’t anybody tell us?

Didn’t anybody see?

Trump‘s a dirty rotten scoundrel

with morons in proximity

The Chinese cat we tried to declaw 

is more resilient than he showed

We can’t get off the tariff seesaw

consumer confidence erodes

Didn’t anybody tell us?

Didn’t anybody see?

Trump‘s a dirty rotten scoundrel

with morons in proximity

Hello Murkoswki

Sing to the tune of “Seasons in the Sun” By Terry Jacks

Hello Murkoswki, my old friend

I heard you speak your truth on CNN

about the fear inside your heart

It’s so easy to get played

when bullies know that you’re afraid

Hello Murkowski, my old friend

a fascist train is coming ’round the bend

and our freedom’s on the track

It’s time to take our country back

from that empty orange sack

There’s no joy, there’s no fun
when your nation’s overrun
by a pig and a creep
stealing freedom while you sleep

Hello Murkowski, my dear friend

the words you spoke are something to commend

but there’s a truth that can’t be blurred

We’ve been conned, and we’ve been lured

by the rich and self-assured

The time for words is over now

Let’s worship freedom not an orange cow

It’s our nation on the line

Gather forces and some nerve

to take back what we deserve

There’s no joy, there’s no fun
when your nation’s overrun
by a pig and a creep
stealing freedom while you sleep

He Saw Vlad Standing There

Sing to the tune of “I Saw Her Standing There” by the Beatles

Well, he is just cruel and mean

in his fake orange sheen

his dictatorship has put us in despair

He demonizes the other, oohh

in his fake-ass golden hair

Deporter in Chief

Felonious thief

a piggish fool, with greed beyond compare

He loves Vlady P like no other, oooh

From his cozy White House lair

Collective hearts go boom with a sense of doom

Autocracy is brewiiing!

People snatched from the street

Every word dipped in deceit

And the courts are trying hard to rein him in

Don will not dance with another

Oh, since he saw Vlad standing there

Collective hearts go boom with a sense of doom

401Ks are crashiiing!

Free speech gets denied

and the US courts defied

while oligarchs get rich beyond compare

Don will not dance with another,

Oh, since he saw Vlad standing there

DOGE Boy Sawing in the Dead of Night

Sing to the tune of “Blackbird” by the Beatles

DOGE Boy sawing in the dead of night
Taking federal jobs away for good
All is right
He is only being a reverse prick Robin Hood

DOGE Boy sawing in the dead of night
Taking livelihoods from those in need
All is right
He is always feeding into all that ugly greed

DOGE Boy, saw
DOGE Boy, saw
Into the blight of the far alt right

DOGE Boy, saw
DOGE Boy, saw
Into the blight of the far alt right

DOGE Boy sawing in the dead of night
All the people’s dreams that he defers
All is right
Cuz’ he is only serving the rich people he prefers

Cuz’ he is only serving the rich people he prefers
Cuz’ he is only serving the rich people he prefers

Sympathy for the President

Sing to the tune of “Sympathy for the Devil” by the Rolling Stones

Please allow me to introduce myself
I’m a man of greed and girth
Been around since 1946
Learned from father that wealth is worth

Remember the Republicans
had their moment before I came
cowered, caved, and complied
and forever changed the game

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
Spreading hatred all ‘round
Is the nature of my game

Stuck around New York City
When I saw it was a time for a change
Called Vlad and his ministers
Melania screamed in vain

I rode that dark
birtherism train
to kill hope and change
on the open range

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Spreading hatred all ‘round
Is the nature of my game, ah yeah

I watched with glee
as the MAGA crowd
beat and tazed their way
to our darkest day

I shouted out
“Who killed democracy?”
when after all
it was you and me

Let me please introduce myself
I’m the god to whom you pray
I laid the trap for Ukrainians
and dashed their hope on election day

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
And spreading hate all ‘round
Is the nature of my game

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
But what’s confounding you
Is just the nature of my game, mm yeah

Just as every pol is a criminal
and all the sinners’ saints
my lies are truth, just call me President
one that’s dipped in orange paint

So, if you meet me, show some courtesy
have some sympathy, and some fear
use all your well-learned politeness
or I’ll make you disappear, mm yeah

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
But what’s confounding’ you
Is the nature of my game

Torch your Tesla

Torch your Tesla

Elon Sucks

Burn those fucking ugly trucks

Screw the racist Nazi King

And his Orange ding-a-ling

Don’t despair, you have a choice

Use your wallet as your voice

Resist the darkness of this troll

Buy a Ford or Kia Soul

Keep the hope and dream alive

Be cool about the car you drive

Don’t be fooled by all the noise

From boisterous bullies and their toys

Torch your Tesla

Elon Sucks

Burn those fucking ugly trucks

Screw the racist Nazi King

And his Orange ding-a-ling

RFK Junior and Pop Goes the Measles

He lied to Samoans about the vaccine

He’s Jacked like Vincent Diesel

Thousands infected and 83 dead

Pop goes the Measles!

Unqualified hack and spreader of fear 

A conspiracy quack and a weasel

Watch him tell lies on the Lubbock outbreak

Pop goes the Measles!

Stuffing roadkill in the trunk of his car

An agent of lies and upheaval

“Outbreaks are normal, so don’t be concerned”

Pop goes the Measles!

A child in Texas is dead in the ground

Buried in thistle and teasel

Junior dispenses advice that’s unsound

Pop goes the Measles!

Spit and Gravel

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

Young People, it’s your Time to Shine

There’s a crook in the race who’s a felon

 all his tweets are full of misspellings

let’s put him in jail

protect pussy and tail

and bid adieu

to his fat ugly melon

Democracies don’t breathe on their own

a voice ain’t the same as a phone

Kamala’s the traction

for you to take action

to keep Donald Trump

from his throne

You walk in the booth and you pull it

you beat him with ballots not bullets

don’t sit on your hands

or wave from the stands

you have to commit to the fullest

Trump’s Veep is creep and a fraud

a populist prick with a sword

beware of JD

he’s cruel and shady

and thinks he’s

the hand of the lord

Our democracy is starting to teeter

we don’t have much time on the meter

walk into the booth

cast a vote for the truth

and swat Trump away

like a skeeter

It’s time for a new generation

to save the soul of our nation

with a foot in the door

you’ll settle the score

And send Trump to his

incarceration

You walk in the booth and you pull it

you beat him with ballots not bullets

don’t sit on your hands

or wave from the stands

you have to commit

to the fullest

I Sea You

I watched the tide roll in last night

perched on the jetty

from which you were taken 

I listened to the nineties grunge playlist

on the iPod they found next to your

rusted tackle box, abandoned pole,

and dented cooler of ocean water and

discombobulated seabass

before heading back to my empty apartment

full of dusty photos of you and me