THERE ARE STRANGE DEEDS RECORDED
About the men who toil For Gold
In the halls of Washington D.C.
Where honor is twice daily sold;
But the strangest sight I ever did see
Was the day folks stormed the house of liberty
To resurrect the man voters had dumped
And to crown the head of Donald J. Trump
NOW, DONALD J. TRUMP
Hailed from New York City,
Where the buildings they say
Grow tall and quite pretty
Why he left the Big Apple,
No one could say
‘Cept he needed more suckers,
And more games to play.
So he dialed up the Russians,
And the boss they called Vlad,
And he promised his soul
For any dirt on Hillary they had.
ON A COLD DAY IN HELL,
Or maybe it was in January
Donald J. Trump was sworn in
And handed the US presidency.
His first words were lies,
With the bIble under his hand,
He swore to protect the Constitution
And the laws of this great land.
He never mentioned the exception
That was echoing in his mind:
“Unless it serves my interests,
Then I’ll pay them no more mind.”
THAT WAS THE FIRST OF MANY LIES
Donald J. Trump told on a daily basis
Never mattering to him at all
If facts were true or totally baseless
He recruited Fox News
Home of soulless media hacks
To echo his falsehoods daily
And cover over his criminal tracks
No matter what lies he told or what
Their immediate impacts might be
Murdoch and sons would parrot them
And claim real news legitimacy.
IN THE END, NOW, WHO CAN SAY
Whose interests were served that day
By Donald J. Trump’s desecration
of the U.S. presidency?
Never has one president
So bankrupted treasury and soul
Turning neighbor against neighbor,
Forcing allies to depart the fold.
Was this the payment Vlad required
To help Donald J. Trump win his race?
Is this why American excellence
Disappeared without a trace?
IN ONE SHORT TERM
What accomplishments
behind him he had trailed!
A packed Supreme Court, two impeachments and hundreds of insurrectionists jailed.
An empty treasury, one failed insurrection
And a lifetime of litigation
For the DOJ’s retrospection.
His was the first American Coup
But maybe not the last
It depends on whether his run is through
Or whether his grift runs out of gas.
YES, STRANGE DEEDS ARE RECORDED
About the men who toil For Gold
In the halls of Washington D.C.
Where honor is twice daily sold;
But the strangest deed that was never to be
Was the crowning of the Man Who Lives in Infamy
Down through the ages his story will be known,
Treachery will be his legacy,
And treason his thorny crown.
Hey Paul!
I make not agree with everything you’ve written
And the four years of Trumpy may be only slightly smitten
But your right to present those words is what we care about.
I’ll smile and respect you and submit a thank you shout.
Thanks, Ed: I appreciate your feedback and tolerance. I hope my concern with Trump hasn’t worn down the patience of my readers. I had actually hoped that Trump’s election loss would have eliminated my need to write about him, but he’s like an ink stain on an old oaken desk, impossible to remove or scrub out. My prediction of a Trump coup didn’t require great prophetic powers, just eyes to see. My subsequent comments and warnings reflect two concerns: the continuing Trumpian threat (which includes Maga Republicans) to our democracy, and the historical weight and consequence of Trump’s infamy. Hope that all is well with Marshfield radio world. Just a reminder: Route 95.9 is still a great branding idea. Best! Paul