A Melody Called Peace. Scott Johnson
missing the notice of the intel reported
needn’t bring a response this contorted.
Forgetfulness is here fully generously forgiven
yet the facts are contradictory and forbidden.
Bounties on the heads of his poor soldiers
must be weight upon his shrugging shoulders.
Still we have the horrifically deafening silence
making excuses of full arrogance and compliance
Our Vesuvius is full of his molten lava
singing a version of Al Hirt’s joyous Java.
Claiming we responded with absolute fervor
responsible for each separate Taliban observer.
One tenth of a mill for a corpse in plastic
chewing gum with his grins quite spastic.
The dereliction of the most serious duty
has a Prez sitting upon his proverbial bootie.
Filled with an appalling blatant hypocrisy
while saluting the air force with his autocracy.
Risking a graduation for future officers
playing the elegant maskless philosopher.
Jubilating the army and the State of the union
while jabbering foolishly like a stinking onion.
Recklessly exemplifying a rowdy racketeer
trying to praise our confederate pioneers.
Now Manhattan will paint on Fifth Avenue
Black Life Matters, a reckoning quite overdue.
How can our Prez look any servicemen in the eye
when his betrayal are actions he cannot deny?
Shame on your ignorance but we have facts
inaction deserves a whack on your sacroiliac.
Actually your lawless creepy Attorney General
should prepare a coffin for your ultimate burial.
Letting your deplorable traitors run wild and free
is an insult to justice and common decency.
Many processes are under the rug and looming
SCOTUS will take care of your irrevocable dooming.
Your Press chic is a cute little Irish Catholic girl
speaking falsehoods as far as God Atlas can hurl.
Mike says we knew the credibility of the threat
hence the executive branch in total obvious debt.
Aware of the sickening plot of buddy Vladimir
has him frozen speechless gazing in the mirror.
One scandal to bury another still in the bloody bush
while the Afghanis are concocting the next ambush.
Hidden in their Earth is an unbelievable wealth
being slowly removed for western financial stealth.
The meddling of Congress was shortly in question
as the country’s servants are waiting for resurrection.
We must take the Prez by the ear for accountability
cowering to adversaries with his flagrant ineptability.
Maybe he truly never heard the screaming warning
yet I must inquire we now stop this brutal mourning.
The info has arrived on his desk in the Oval Office.
If he asks aggressively why this will surely suffice.
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Here’s Donnie
What is the moral of this comical fable?
We have chosen a jester who is neither trained nor able.
He picked up quickly a quaint little “Milliardy”
and wasn’t very punctual, but foolhardy and tardy.
An absolute nincompoop and clumsy of foot
Very greasy and unkempt, full of rubbish and soot
Totally narcissistic with his nasty manners so sarcastic
A complete loser brownnosing the rich and cynic
Weak of speech, utterly dumb confused and illiterate
He stumbles over his words, ooing and ahing like an idiot
Bringing it all on the table his proposals so horrific
Lost his bloody mind and falsely supervised a clinic
Lord! Help us if he decides to get any meaner
We have the People’s Watch who register his demeanor
Such an atrocious calamity of absurd inexperience
The general prognosis is manipulation as his final preference.
Dumbfounded and permanently scratching our heads
I think we will pray to the angels pleasantly instead.
I’m sorry for my disconcerted complaintive temperament
I will impart my statements and glorify their content.
He concocted a brand new recipe for his side-show regalia
He was inducted in the Hall of Fame of bigtime Wrestling mania!
He was overwhelmed with female charm but not a macho gent
He was acclaimed as superlative for all the Beauty Pageants.
He displayed his feistiness as a boss, the master of apprentices
by firing the inept with a cigar in his mouth which he gladly practices.
If building square boxes wasn’t enough he chose helping models.
Surrounding himself with women was once again not so novel.
Then riding the apocalyptic horse with the old rightwing boy named Bannon
caused him some indigestion while he looked into the nasty cannon.
Then we all were shocked at his at the support of David Duke
with white supremacy as the theme it was never a fluke.
Standing in the south with all levers screwed in as planned
and shamefully scoffing the NAACP with the Ku Klux Klan.
Ouch a slap in the face for the liberal doorkeeper’s scheme
with the deposing of Bernie ruining the American dream.
Ridden with falseness and unauthenticity he picked apart
the weaknesses which were plentiful from the start.
With all our glaciers melting he says it is a farce
Claiming that the world’s not warmer his arguments are sparse.
Looking for amazing truths which he reflects out loud
by stripping apart the mistakes and clearing up the clouds.
Hallelujah he won on the day the wall came down
Leaving a ripple in the crease of his trousers downtown
He curls his fingers expressing his two bits like a troubadour
Of course he will continue are ignoble perpetual