donald’s ducks or not me….

donald
the lump
is in a slump
knows not
what to do
so begins
to complain
looks
for someone else
to blame
for things
that he’s said
and
his empty bed
there’s always
mccain
but that’s
so lame
since
he’s a hero
and
you’re a zero
hey
why not
blame allah
and
all that lot
or
fabricate
another plot
so much
to choose
when you’re
pampered
and
unhampered
by
the truth

the witch doctor…

witch doctor

he rattles fear’s bones
preaching putrid brimstone words
vomited hate words
the air foul with their intent
tis faith’s decaying body

pounds sterling and dollars for sale…

pounds sterling and dollars for sale

wearing a hat
somewhat
reminiscent
of
the mad hatter
the brown bag prophet
said
i see we have
a pandemic
spread of
stupidity
folks
are voting
with
the emotions
of
hate
and
fear
rather
than
with any
true
forethought
so
bold-faced lies
are
accepted as
truth
even though
the lies
are
as apparent
as leprosy
guess
most folks
haven’t read
that story
about
the emperor’s new clothes
too busy
memorizing
facts
to pass
the frumious bandersnatch’s
standardized tests
ah
but
they did
gyre and gimble
their thoughts
fitting
into
a thimble