Truth Hurts
Uncertainty looms
An orange gaseous
horizon draws near
as if being nudged
in our direction
we remain bolted down
firmly ensconced
Fastened hard to our own
misguided reality
devoid of truth
wanting in science
with an over abundance
of useless prayers
and invocations
soon we’ll be
swallowed up
by our own misdoings
and that will be that
TIRED
Tired of lies and daily fact fucking
Tired of America totally sucking
Tired of word salads
and moronic statements
Tired of tweet-storms
with no sign of abatement
Tired of tariffs and your tawdry affair
Tired of the jacket that says I don’t care
Tired of deflection and blaming the press
Tired of you not owning your mess
Tired of Flynn, Manafort and Page
Tired of the kids you stuck in a cage
Tired of the jealous Obama obsession
Tired of your cabinet’s lack of discretion
Tired of distractions
to save your own ass
The FBI, DOJ,
The Kaepernick morass
Tired of the endless egotistical bragging
Pussy grabbing and adulterous shagging
Tired of grandiose self-absorption and vanity
Tired of faux news
and meatheads like Hannity
Tired of your childish defiant arm crossing
Tired of disgraceful paper towel tossing
Tired of you acting like a dictator thug
Tired of the comb-over
on your fat ugly mug
Tired of your petty and child-like spats
Tired of your ignorance of science and stats
Tired of the cronies and the rich getting more
Tired of policies that don’t help the poor
Tired of how you downplayed the pandemic
Tired of denials that racism’s systemic
Tired of your desperate need to self-flatter
Tired that you think so many don’t matter
Tired of those who think you’re a savior
Tired of conspiracies and moronic behavior
TIRED
Troompa Loompa dipitty-dee
We’ve got an orange presidency
Troompa Loompa
Liar in Chief, a two-bit gangster
What do you get when you vote for a schmuck?
A science-denying know-nothing fuck
When the guy at the top
Doesn’t know how to think
The world will always be on the brink
Troompa Loompa dipitty-dense
The orange-faced-moron
never makes sense
Troompa Loompa dippy-dang
Be better off with a President Yang
What do you get when you vote for fool?
A monosyllabic orange-faced tool
When the guy at the top
We never move forward
We always move back
Troompa Loompa dipitty-dump
We’ve got a guy who likes to flag hump
Troompa Loompa dipitty-shit
Aren’t Troompa Loompas tired of it?
What do you get when you vote for a dick?
An immoral moron who makes you feel sick
When anger and fear get spun into hate
We’ll never ever
Make America Great
Troompa Loompa dipitty-doo
To get rid of orange, you gotta vote blue
Troompa Loompa dipitty-dye
Trump is worse than a stick in the eye
What do you get when you fall for the ruse?
A burnt-orange menace who parrots Fox news
We’re deep in the weeds
Stuck in the morass
Still republican’s kiss that sorry fat ass.
Troompa Loompa dipitty-dee
We’ve got an orange presidency
Troompa Loompa dipitty day
The threat is existential
the rhetoric is real
hate can hinder progress
when a liar lies with zeal
Democracy’s a drunk
she teeters on the curb
and every day’s a day
we have to reckon the absurd
America’s in chaos
she’s lost in discontent
fertile ground for revolution
discord and dissent
Ask who stands to gain
when the country’s split in two
the ones who gain the most
are never me and you
Time to take her back
put her proudly on that hill
let her shine
the way she used to
before the Russians
found their shill
With sheer vanity he glows
like a bulb on a tree
It’s always “I, I, I”
or “Me, ME, ME”!
He’s a whiny wall-building
science denier
A thin-skinned, fear-mongering
Orange faced liar
He’s the tear in the fabric
that holds us together
He’s the bend in the hose,
and the blood on the feather
He’s an embarrassing blowhard
shallow and loud
A stain on the world stage
all cocky and proud
He’s the America we hoped
no longer existed,
Bigoted, intolerant, fearful, and twisted
With a stroke of the pen,
He poisons the water,
He willfully separates
Mother from daughter
He belittles anyone
who dares to oppose him
He stomps up and down
and screams America chose him!
With no sense of history
spewing nothing but junk
He’s an arrogant gasbag
a scoundrel, a skunk.
Now it’s up us
to form the resistance
To push back on the orange
with steadfast persistence
Engage in the process
hold his feet to the fire
Because facts are the enemy
of the orange faced liar
Reflective expression
Distant as a galaxy
You bend upward like a drunken sunflower
Like a broken saint
Unhinged and uninhabitable
Your to-dos laid out in front of you
Like a stone path through an open field
Of dusted daisies, fireflies
And dancing grass blankets
You drift across the floor
Like a ghost with a plan
Diligent, determined, and oblivious to the living
You go about
In and out of rooms
Where memories blend and fade
Into hutches, drapes, and hardwood floors
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