Liar! Liar!
with sincere apologies to William Blake
Liar! Liar! orange bright,
beacon for the ultra right.
What immodest boast or lie
could TRUMP your own mendacity?
On what distant golf-course green
did you learn to strut & preen?
Whence the bragging? Whence the bile?
Whence that vain & faux hairstyle?
And what migrant plea or groan,
could hope to crack your heart of stone?
And when your tiny brain goes live,
how can common sense survive?
Putin’s creature? Wall Street’s tool?
Or just a pussy-grabbing fool?
Will claiming it in every tweet
ever make your shit smell sweet?
You put all heaven in a rage,
keeping babies in a cage!
Sexist! Racist! Half-insane!
Führer of your country’s pain!
Off to Florida you go,
with your Stepford wife in tow.
Shoot the breeze & play some holes,
forget about the melting poles.
The seas may rise, the skies may drop,
to you, the pole’s a strip-joint prop.
You’ll rue the climate smarts you lack
when that breeze starts shooting back.
Is that a Bible in your paw?
Would you besmirch all faith & law?
Do you believe a prophet’s look
can mask the profiteering crook?
Now thousands die & nations grieve,
& still you bluster & deceive,
spouting twenty thousand lies
that bolster COVID’s deadly rise.
Your mother groan’d! Your father wept!
To raise a leader so inept!
Who stokes white hate & stirs white fear,
who treats Black lives as just small beer.
Now the stars in horror shrink
from the depths to which you sink.
Your white supremacy appalls,
and runs in blood down White House walls.
So re-election’s all you craved,
with COVID filling every grave?
And now you’ve lost, you sulk & flounce,
as if your ego’s all that counts?
Sack him! Sack her! Take no blame!
Throw a tantrum, stare down shame.
Raving as you lose your grip,
like Ahab on his sinking ship.
And now you’re desperate for Plan B,
let loose the dogs of anarchy—
Civil war? Or nuke Iran?
Apocalypse – is that your plan?
You’d rain down chaos to escape
standing trial for fraud & rape?
Afraid some youthful porn star’s curse
might further blight your marriage hearse?
You’ve tainted and defiled so much,
Democracy shrinks from your touch.
And now you’ve gone, good riddance too.
A gaol cell’s the best place for you.
Prayer for the Inauguration (and for the Next Four Years!)
God bless America
for Thelonious Monk
God save America
from Felonious Trump
Liar! Liar! Liar!
the even viler sequel
So now you’re back, worse than before,
to spread more lies, to flout more laws.
With bully-buddies Vance and Musk,
you throw Ukraine beneath the bus.
Why dance at Putin’s beck and call?
Those photos keeping you in thrall?
But now it’s you that’s pissing down
on science, arts and Middletown.
You’ve pissed on education too—
want everyone as dumb as you?
You spray out tariffs, drill for oil,
wreck the markets, trash the soil;
You cause recession, screw the poor,
then help rich cronies grab yet more.
You cut off aid, let thousands die
And suffering? Turn a blind eye.
You’re making ICE the new SS;
think grief and terror bring success?
Let DOGE throw thousands out of work,
while all your censors go berserk.
Diversity, now that’s your bane?
You’d like to make us all the same?
The same as you? White toxic male?
Black, bi or gay beyond the pale?
You cheat at golf, you kick your ball!
“Look, Pele’s here!” the caddies call.
Can’t bear to lose a single game?
Are you that petty and that vain?
A bigly baby? Playing Pope!
You do pontificate, but …nope!
If chaining migrants gets you high,
the Anti-Christ is more your guy.
Your goons snatch people off the street—
but none from your noxious elite.
Proclaim you’ll make the country great,
then change it to a police state!
You’ll outdo Hitler, that’s your plan?
So drive all Gazans from their land?
Let Netanyahu by your side
pursue his dream of genocide?
Grab Canada, and Greenland too?
Expect them to kow-tow to you?
You’re like a monstrous Day-Glo slug,
a two-bit, crackpot, fascist thug!
And now you’re swanning over here
to dine at Windsor, strut and leer.
Think you’re the one who should be King?
King Kong, perhaps, if apes wore bling!
So haul your loathsome ass back home,
where MAGA-ts swarm and bigots roam;
and where you’ve dragged a land once free
into a foul autocracy.
And when you die, as die you must,
you’ll die unmourned, then turn to dust.
And there will be no sobs of grief;
the only sound—sighs of relief!
But wait! Is that an anguished yell?
Must be your soul burning in HELL!!!
Graham Lock
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