Tuesday, May 30, 2017

value II

Trump dropped a pretty curtsy to the king
but warned his staffers sternly not to bow
bedazzled by the spectacle and bling
and ignorant what protocols allow
our allies wince to think that Riyadh's tool
commands our globe-encircling armament
no pacts foresaw that such an arrant fool
could claim the office of the President
the wisest can't anticipate what's next
no principle, no policy, no creed
constrains what he'll blurt out in shabbos texts
when no one's reading proof to mask his greed
emoluments from such a brutal State
corrupt the country better men made great

value

the Donald dropped a curtsy to the king
who'd warned his staffers sternly not to bow,
bedazzled by the spectacle and bling,
and ignorant what protocols allow.
Our allies wince to  see that Riyadh's tool
commands our military armament;
no pacts foresaw that such an arrant fool
could claim the office of the President.
The wisest can't anticipate what's next;
no principle, no policy, no creed,
constrains what he'll blurt out in shabbos texts,
when no one's reading proof to mask his greed.
Emoluments from such a brutal State
corrupt what better men had made so great

Friday, May 26, 2017

senile disinhibition

With passing time, Trump's flailings get more wild;
each lie more garish than what came before.
As disinhibited as  any child,
but he's empowered to make peace, or war.
The Montenegrin minister's a gent
who shrugged to be so rudely shoved aside.
A Texan would have decked our president;
three courts in five would find him justified.
The world awaits the signal from Mike Pence
that he concedes it's gone on long enough.
To make the case for Trump's incompetence
with what he's done of late, won't be too tough.
The 25th amendment may prove key
to spare our planet Trump's senility.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

the long arm

Bob Mueller's unretired, and back at work
who's served administrations, Red, and Blue
next month, he could be fired by this same jerk
for acting as good conscience bids him do
a Special Prosecutor's what we need
who answers to the Law, but to no man
pursuing evidence where it may lead
no matter where the causal chain began
obstructing justice turned off Nixon's friends
who'd blockd impeachment on the Senate floor
his warp and weft of lies was all loose ends
this marked the point where they could bend no more
this fetid swamp in which our wheels are mired
will only spread 'til Trump's been tried, and fired

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Lookie what I got! II

a president four decades past his peak
whose intellect is bigly on the wane
'though sober, Trump's still prone to brag and leak
Hum-Int just flushed more assets down the drain
to grant him clearance made alarm bells ring
he can't be trusted home, or on the roads
this churl who thinks it's fun to play the king's
entrusted with our nuclear launch codes
the Russians played him like a violin
and promise--if he's good--he'll get a toy
so KGB recorders walk right in
and Donnie thinks himself a clever boy
the puppy Putin'd nurtured's running wild
our planet's fate's held hostage to this child

second time as farce II

James Comey kept the memo Trump had sent
beseeching him to give Mike Flynn a pass
strange treasure, but Jim knew just what it meant
with this missive, he owned his boss' ass
the ten-year term was meant to insulate
directors from most partisan affairs
Trump erred to think he could intimidate
the man who'd dragged mob bosses from their lairs
obstructing justice brought Dick Nixon down
and Comey knows full well that precedent
his files on all the scandals in this town
could hang an elephant--or president
the path that Nixon's plumbers trod so well
leads Trump, and Page, and Sessions, straight to Hell

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Lookie what I got!

a president who should be in rehab
whose intellect is bigly on the wane
'though sober, Trump's still prone to brag and blab
Hum-Int just flushed more assets down the drain
to grant him clearance made alarm bells ring
he can't be trusted home, or on the roads
this churl who thinks it's fun to play the king's
entrusted with our nuclear launch codes
the Russians played him like a violin
and promise--if he's good--he'll get a toy
so KGB recorders walk right in
and Donnie thinks himself a clever boy
the puppy Putin'd nurtured's running wild
our planet's fate's held hostage to this child