Book Number 2

Hi folks,

I’ve just published “Imagine There’s No Donald” on Amazon.com.

Imagine There’s No Donald is a lyrical collection that channels the melodic cadence of (mostly) Beatles songs to deliver searing poetic indictments of Donald Trump, the MAGA movement, and their corrosive impact on American democracy.

Each poem echoes the structure and emotional resonance of iconic musical tracks—think “Rocky Racoon” reimagined as the tale of Donald Trump’s destructive path to the presidency, or Terry Jacks’ “Seasons in the Sun” transformed into a lament on Republican cowardice and lost democratic norms.

Through this fusion of pop nostalgia and political critique, the collection:

  • 🎶 Harnesses Familiar Rhythms: The song structures serve as scaffolding for verses that are both accessible and subversive, drawing readers in with rhythm before confronting them with truth.
  • 🔥 Excoriates Authoritarianism: Trump and MAGA are portrayed not just as political figures but as symbols of a broader erosion of truth, decency, and constitutional integrity.
  • 🕊️ Defends Democratic Ideals: The poems mourn the fragility of American institutions while fiercely advocating for civic engagement, accountability, and moral clarity.
  • 🎤 Amplifies Dissent: With a voice that is at once satirical and sincere, the book invites readers to sing along in protest, turning melody into a megaphone for resistance.

Whether riffing on “She Came in Through the Bathroom Window” to expose the sycophantic rot of the Trump administration or twisting “When I Saw Her Standing There!” into an elegy against oligarchs and authoritarianism, this book is a poetic rebellion—an artistic act of defiance that refuses to be silent in the face of democratic decay.

Most free thinkers, poets, and essayists are but a thorn in the side of the authoritarian regime that is running roughshod over America’s democracy. Writing and speaking truth to power sometimes feels like screaming into the void. But with critical mass and momentum, art can influence public sentiment and mobilize opposition to repressive policies and tactics, making it a powerful adversary to regimes that rely on propaganda and control.

Verbal resistance alone won’t revive our democracy. If we’re going to right the ship in America, we’re going to have to do more than sing and complain. We’re going to have to take to the streets and, as the honorable Georgia Congressman John Lewis famously said, “get in good trouble, necessary trouble” by the millions.

Get your copy of Imagine There’s No Donald on Amazon. Please feel free to share the link with others on your social media or simply by giving the book to a loved one as a gift.

Peace (and FUDT).


If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my first 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 elsewhere, 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-9/11 America.

I Want to Bomb Iran

Read to the cadence of “I Want to Hold Your Hand,” by The Beatles.

Oh, yeah, I’ll tell you somethin’
I think you’ll understand
When I say that somethin’
I want to bomb Iran
I want to bomb Iran
I want to bomb Iran

Some, Jews, say to me
that I’m their kind of man
church pews are the key
to get the promised land
they want to bomb Iran
they want to bomb Iran

When Bibi hugs me
I feel happy inside
It’s such a feeling that I scream
genocide!
genocide!
genocide
!

Yeah, ole Bibi said to me
Let’s take the Gaza Strip
Trump casinos by the sea
I say we let her rip
I want to bomb Iran
I want to bomb Iran
I want to bomb Iran

When Bibi hugs me
I feel happy inside
It’s such a feeling that I scream
genocide!
genocide!
genocide
!

Hamas has that somethin’
they’ve got a shitty brand
But I’ll say the dumb thing
I want to bomb Iran
I want to bomb Iran
I want to bomb Iran
I want to bomb Iran

Lame Skipper

Read to the tune of “Day Tripper” by the Beatles.

He’s good at treason
And turning it all inside out
He’s good at treason
And taking the easy way out, now

He is a lame skipper
A tariff-driven fool
It took us soooo long to find out
What he’s about

He’s a big teaser
“Let’s make America great”
He’s a truth squeezer
Gets us to tap into hate, now

He is a lame skipper
Putin’s puppet, yeah
It took us soooo long to find out
What he’s about

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Tried to please him
But he only gave us demands
Tried to please him
By always obeying commands, now

He is a lame skipper
A tariff-driven fool
It took us soooo long to find out
What he’s about

Lame skipper, yeah
Lame Skipper, yeah
Lame Skipper, yeah
Lame Skipper, yeah
Lame Skipper

The Yellow Tangerine

Sing to the cadence of “Yellow Submarine” by the Beatles.

In the town
where I was born
lived a boy
of wealth and greed

and his dad
was full of scorn
at his mediocrity

The child failed
in many ways
and wasn’t liked
by anyone

Dodged the draft
and spent his days
trying to shaft
the moon and sun

Now . .

We all know
he’s a yellow tangerine
yellow tangerine,
yellow tangerine

We all know
he’s a yellow tangerine
yellow tangerine
yellow tangerine

Russia knew
his debt had grown
So, they groomed the tangerine
and they threw
this Don a bone
To help him beat
ole Hillary

Now . . .

We all live
in a Donald Trump regime
a Donald Trump regime
a Donald Trump regime

We all live
in a Donald Trump regime
a Donald Trump regime
a Donald Trump regime

Bezos, Musk,
and Lindsay Graham
Zuckerberg
and Taylor Green

create the grift
inside the scam
that’s getting more
and more obscene

Now . . .

We all live
in a Donald Trump regime
a Donald Trump regime
a Donald Trump regime

We all live
in a Donald Trump regime
a Donald Trump regime
a Donald Trump regime

Epstein’s list
of pedophiles
is of course a great concern

that is why
the Tangerine
wants the congress to adjourn

He’s a crook
and fascist thug
a narcissist extraordinaire

But to some
he is a drug to help them deal
with their despair

So . .

We all live
in a Donald Trump regime
a Donald Trump regime
a Donald Trump regime

We all live
in a Donald Trump regime
a Donald Trump regime
a Donald Trump regime

Russian to Ride

Sing to the tune of “Ticket to Ride” by The Beatles

I think we’re gonna be had
I think it’s today, yeah
The guy that’s driving us mad
Ain’t going away

He’s got a Russian to ride
He’s got a Russian to ride
He’s got a Russian to ride
So, he don’t care

He said that tariffs will be
they’re bringing us down, yeah
And we will never be free
when he is around

He’s got a Russian to ride
He’s got a Russian to ride
He’s got a Russian to ride
so, he don’t care

We used to be a nation of laws
The constitution
used to be alright by me
But now we got this guy and his flaws
He wants us living
under an autocracy

I think we’re gonna be had
I think it’s today, yeah
The guy that’s driving us mad
Ain’t going away

He’s got a Russian to ride
He’s got a Russian to ride
He’s got a Russian to ride
so, he don’t care

We used to be a nation of laws
The constitution
used to do alright by me
But now we got this guy and his flaws
He wants us living
under an autocracy

This was the land of the free
’till he came around, yeah
And all the hypocrisy
it’s bringing me down, yeah

He’s got a Russian to ride
He’s got a Russian to ride
He’s got a Russian to ride
so, he don’t care

That Donny don’t care
That Donny don’t care
That Donny don’t care
That Daddy don’t care
That Donny don’t care

Donny Paints the Sky in Sorrow

Sing to the tune of “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds” by the Beatles

Picture a man with some bloat on his liver
with raked yellow hair and marmalade thighs
He steps to the mic and opens his pie-hole
this man with blue pinholes for eyes

White MAGA letters on foreheads and tees
Flow in a sea of blood red
Look for the hope and the sun in the sky
And it’s gone

Donny paints the sky in sorrow
Donny paints the sky in sorrow
Donny paints the sky in sorrow, ahh

Follow him down to a fridge in the basement
Where sweet chocolate sundaes are in full supply
Everyone screams as he gets in the shower
With swastika shampoo and pie

Bullet-proof limos appear on the shore
Waiting to take him away
Climbs in the back and he waves at the crowds
And he’s gone

Donny paints the sky in sorrow
Donny paints the sky in sorrow
Donny paints the sky in sorrow, ahh

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

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