What is it
What is it tumbles there, down deep in his brain.
Now it seems we’re at war with the ancient dusty rusty nation of Spain.
What is it, that brings us once again, near his ornery sad refrain?
Now we’re at em we’re at war, which one is it? Oh yeah, SPAIN?
WHO else has set his little heart “a fire”, Is it the Maldives that provokes his ire?
Was he losing there at golf once? That has this stewing the mad lad,
deeply frowning in his cups?
Was it Paraguay that caused his wrath and ire,
that sent him screaming there frenzied,
unaware high atop his tower?
How is it, he already forgot tonight,
we’ve bombed the little darlings
not once but twice, just in the last hour!
Now they’ve gone done it, now he’s really mad
He once got Sand in his slippers when he visited Samarkand.
He’s ordered out our navy, Sent them out to attack.
But they’ll have to first find a near by ocean.
There might be an extra one, but maybe its way out back.
The Galapagos Islands were on last weeks list.
He thought he saw one of the antique turtles,
lean back and Shake a fist.
And a Malay village, once raised his ire. He saw their miss universe entry,
his little tiny heart is all on fire. He asked them to send her to Mara Large-OH.
And you know, that plucky little country, told’m right then where to go!
Last Tuesday he told us Antarctica will be next.
He thought it insulted him, well so, oh what the heck.
He build a ski resort there, for Don Jr. Ivana and Eric,
he send’m there in irons, if they give him another panic.
He heard of the Ancient Egyptian god BAST.
It was too much for him, this pussy cat must be dispatched it shall not last!
Just another whim. Once he saw a gopher at his Dorals 18th hole,
he had the whole thing set afire. So he had’m drop a hydrogen bomb
there just to ease his ire. Rent’ll be reduced for a while in the neighborhood-
it was left a flaming radioactive zone, which wasn’t entirely good.
A mongoose was once shown to him sometime in a zoo,
he thought he remembered the damn thing was from Michigan,
maybe just outside Kalamazoo?
So he had the whole place leveled late last Friday night,
it was an unannounced episode- he watched it all on TV,
for entertainment, his programming’s spot on, he really gets it right
Marco brings the Nachos you can count on him,
Christie Noem brings hot dogs, when they let her in.
Robbie Kennedy favors Tequila, you have to share the worm,
but the CDC & the FDA are shut down, so the details cannot be confirmed.
Canada is our now, our fifty first and second state,
Quebec insisted on separate statehood, with second class citizenship,
will all that Fracking-Franco-Phon Freight.
Guadeloupe and Madagascar are fifty-Three and four.
Yeah so now no one’s left, who’s gonna argue,
we are, what we are. Same as old as NEW.
And Gaza was liberated, it’s earned its fifty fifth star,
it’s the only one with six points like a shiny golden Czar!
Some called it a bit off-putting, this new kind of foreign aid,
instead of milk and cookies he sends’m a big ticking grenade.
Our Armies never prouder a parade each and every week,
he keep cost of care in check, by the way, some killjoys have their own opinion
they have called it bleak.
We no longer care for wounded, if your hurt, you’re on your own,
but there’s a plan in the works, to ISSUE ALL THE WOUNDED,
a Super Smart “MUSK AI PHONE” It allows for one phone call,
for just five minutes tops, they could’ve made it longer,
but that’s for winners not for FLOPS!
Turning in your neighbors
Not harsh enough, then starch them cuffs.
I sort of liked their sofa, Liked their cars and stuff.
Turn’m in by lunch time, then grab their fav’rite chair
They’ll be cleared out by eleven,
they’ll just be cluttering up the jail.
Repudiating humanism, this is a mechanistic age,
With compulsory church attendance,
public prayers’ now all the rage.
Everyone wears their AI Watcher,
Best don’t leave home without it. Nacho.
Even at the bedtime be no more a whisperer,
you better shout about it! MISTER!
Keep your batteries all charged up
Yeah sure its only a misdemeanor, never doubt it. Just Shut up!
but if your caught without it, oh my dear you’ll learn.
Just what its like, when your ears and finger tips
will most assuredly feel the burn.
When your street block captain, checks your record out online.
If your watch refused to shine,
you will be emailed brother, one gigantic healthy fine.
No more lawn boys at the neighbors, all the gardening done for white folks,
will be done by prison labor. All those teachers and professors,
No longer high falutin men of letters. No more colleges or universities
they’ll no more think they are our betters.
We emptied them all, we ain’t got, no more need.
The doctors all work for insurance, so if your poor
you’ll need endurance. The whole things run on GREED.
I’ve turned in all my neighbors they were a suspicious lot.
And when they left, we gathered up, all the things they bought.
We’ve got great employment surges,
although it’s centered in a very selected favorite churches.
Everyone must sign up, for compulsory attendance.
No more private morality, and then on the other hand,
you’ll never more be friendless.
When the CHURCHY-state rightward lurches,
you’ll see attendance kept in churches.
When the church enforcers at the door hands out the new Commandments.
You better hope, he still signs your churchy list attendance.
So many hours of prayer each day.
You’ll need to get your card stamped by a neighbor anyway.
You’ll have to buy the leaders picture. Its mandatory, you don’t say.
Or else you’ll get a lecture. They’ll check on their next visit the very next day.
They’ll be downloading your prayer history, how fervent are your studies
of the latest revision, of the sacred trumptacious mysteries,
the latest definition of religion.
After they rounded up the brown ones,
And all the political media clown ones.
The Dems were next, then them rhinos they’s all hexed
Into the gulags, all them proud profound ones,
may just have their collars stretched.
Those college professors were gathered ,
to stand before the STATE confessors.
Each class room has its Bible Belt and should you
without your homework caught, that position’ll be a stressor.
Unless you offer a hefty bribe it’ll be a while
‘fore you wander safely back to your tribe.
Schools now renounce formal learning,
didn’t you smell all them books a burning.
Not much left for the discerning student,
when carrying books for study, isn’t prudent.
Best to be an athlete now, all them art and music classes are
long lost and over, boy and how!
Idiocracy is the new ideal,
No more transgender surgery (it was never real)
No more punishment for perjury.
No more stool pigeons with the big reveal.
All the January-Six prisoners have been knighted
Now all them choral horror hoodlums are delighted.
Once a year they climb the dome
to remind us all that DONNIE’S Home.
The gospel of incompetence
The gospel of incompetence by which I swear.
I Thank the Goddess and the potent, mighty, ruling class
never quite despite all they might, gets us there.
I believe it is incompetence, that mostly protects our lives
From the bloody plans of warriors that despite their fervor never quite solidify
or even seem to jibe.
Were the bosses equal to their villainous plans
that they pursue the live long day yet never make their stand.
No better than chattering howler monkeys climbing and mobbing about in the zoo
in pursuit of their would-be banana money.
And all the filthy predators who would pursue, the victims of their loathsome conniving,
Hey, who’d know better than you? And all the skeezy plotters with their filthy plans
may they ever sever, as they trip over themselves, with their voluminous list
of irrational insubstantial demands.
And all the rag-tag shaggy criminals, who post to social media to play at sinister.
So while gorging on their own special glory, to gain ground in WIKIPEDIA. They march
headlong into the tendentious arms of Peter Lorrre, and so may they thus,
to the proper coppers, so they’ll explain their magnificent glory,
with no bottle stoppers. And that's their story.
I thank the goddess for the dumb-ones, with all their stupid stun guns,
set to dumb or maybe number.
They might as well dispatch themselves, for all their futile ways
beside all their beguiling merely amount to mist and dust.
And all the bomb-makers and vain-self-glorious risk takers
and all the indulgent movie makers. They scarce it seems, even amuse themselves.
Yet, there they set their plans amidst the dusty rust on the middle shelves
Sweetly swells the lovely melodies of the Ringing Bells.
Homeland Defense
between the kings of saudi oil
who shell and exxon dare not despoil
and those of wall street's fiscal toil
where betting gainst the working man
guarantee a stocks demand.
And desert prince with genrous eye holds court in tents
where gas station cards, shell pay the rent
Does the oily hand of GEE H's show?
old cia man still in control?
Pass the id cards but not a fake'n.
This way from true americons shake em
You face will now be pre-recorded.
And all your flights will now be boarded
arm the pilots, stewardesses too.
Next to the pillow and the barf bags fun
all passengers now will be given guns.
Ah for a shoot out in the airy blue,
oh what just a day can do.
I picture the stewie, tray in her hand,
confronted by a wanted man,
toss the tray into his face,
spins on her arm,
and kicks him trace.
He rolls across the cart, to a boy scout troop
who truss him up and steal his boots.
His arms behind his back now tied,
the bounce him to the choirs' side.
Who pummel, pillage, then retire,
and all those who were watching, were inspired.
Then a group of civitan, ask for a few fingers of his hand.
But the brownie troop wants his bushy beard.
You shoulda heard, just what I hear'd.
Then an old monk, jesuit, gives him twice a goodly kick
and the secretary gets him with her bic.
Though the pilot and the co-pilot were vying for priority
they submit their decision, to the vote of the majority
Some wanted to toss him, right out the door
but a cloister of nuns still wanted some fun.
They dragged him back to the airplanes tail, then the rugby team ran him back to the goal
Up to the galley, where they banged his head,
two or three times, on the oven's lid.
A group of congressional aides in first class,
pulled out every hair from his ass.
A covey of comedians dove right in,
a left and a right to his nose and his chin.
A group of traders down from Duluth,
pushed him and mashed him into the roof.
Some ceiling tiles and an overhead bin,
broke when they tried to stuff him in.
But let this be remembered, and never for-gate,
don't ever wait till your library books late.
