Career politicians, who cluck
as they strut with an impotent pluck
make me sick with the season
befouling all reason:
they’re less of a cock than a cuck.
That gobbler and turkey-neck Mitch
makes me furious—so mad that I twitch.
He obstructs all our battles
and jiggles his wattles;
unpardoned, unworthy (but rich).
The patrician political class
is a party that speaks through its ass.
They are lacking in guts
with no ifs, ands, or buts
but I swear: they produce enough gas.
NEWS FLASH !
with Trump Speech to Benighted Notions
The notion of nations united
gets the global progressives excited.
Their party of Babel
is Nimrod’s own rabble
(we’re left with the Right uninvited).
The new ruse: presidential psychosis
an impartial and swift diagnosis
as you trump-up the charge
but the sign is writ large:
twenty-twenty TRUMP/PENCE the prognosis.
Corrupt psychiatric inspection
serves to further a facile detection:
(But God is our witness;
you’re mad ’cause you lost the election.)
As you slander the president’s sanity
you exhibit your own inhumanity.
I would urge all you losers
and lying accusers
to listen to Savage and Hannity.
In your desperate drive to impeach
you would grasp what is out of your reach.
The infernal machine
steered by crazy Maxine
makes a nasty mechanical screech.
The Democrat narrative flounders
while our nation’s own hateful confounders
promote red revolution
mob-rule as solution
insulting the faith of the Founders.
Though the state-sponsored media lie,
our beleaguered republic must try
to transcend inhumanity;
quell the insanity.
Both wings are needed to fly.