EYES ON THE PRIZE?

Once Donny thought that he would like a Prize

But his record had one too many crease,

He didn’t cross the t’s, nor dot the i’s,

And basically did not embody Peace.

Still he said things some folks wanted to hear

Sowing the seeds of unrest in our nation,

And made his red-hatted supporters cheer

Speaking of bigotry and isolation.

The shove had not yet come, neither the push

The unruly forest was still a tree

Few spoke of voices from a burning bush

Or killed because of Christianity.

Let’s skip right past the part of grooming sheep:

This story starts when you were sound asleep.

THE BIGLY SLEEP

This story starts when you were sound asleep

I’d forgive you, my friend, if you forget

No one in our government made a peep:

Almost like their alarms were never set.

With curtains drawn, holed up at his resort

Donny left some strategic cameras on:

To capture his midnight kangaroo court

After which he would graduate to, “Don.”

I mean, honestly, how could we predict

He’d move the toy soldiers across the table?

Find the targets, and dogs that could be sicced

When he himself said he was never able?

He’s heard the bark, but doesn’t know the bite.

He claimed bone spurs to skip his turn to fight.

THE DRAFT-DODGER

He claimed bone spurs to skip his turn to fight

He fell a step or two behind the curve,

So never had to know a soldier’s plight

And never spared a second thought to serve.

He called the military “losers” once.

(And keep in mind, he has never been “pissed.”)

Implying that you’d have to be a dunce

To make the grand sacrifice to enlist.

He said these things, but then he said as well:

That we would not intercede overseas.

I should have known better. He has a tell:

He’ll choose to do, “Whatever he fancies.”

What promises he’s made, he doesn’t keep.

He talks a lot, but all his talk is cheap.

NO SOUP FOR YOU

He talks a lot, but all his talk is cheap.

And politics is just a game to play.

He isn’t known for being very deep…

But now we spend a billion a day.

Monies we could have spent on the homeless,

Monies taken from coffers that are dry,

Monies that we entrusted to congress

Have emptied our ammunition supply.

He stole them as he filmed his photo shoot

He did it after he drew closed the blinds…

‘Feed the homeless?’ He thought, ‘Isn’t that cute?’

‘Can they not feast on watermelon rinds?’

When it was out of mind, and out of sight

He acted in the middle of the night.

OPENING SALVO

He acted in the middle of the night

After the Dow had shuttered its accounts…

He took a blank check no one deigned to write

And spent the lot before the thing could bounce.

When you lay there, relaxing in your bed,

Don found himself a button, which he pressed;

Not caring for the red cap on your head,

Or whether he would have to charge interest.

Uncaring as the largest missile fell,

Uncaring that it happened in the dark,

Or if some extra angels heard a bell,

So long as it had sort of found its mark.

And if you didn’t think that that was cruel:

Another smart bomb fell upon a school.

IS IT A CARPET YET?

Another smart bomb fell upon a school

Where unarmed girls and women learned and grew,

And I felt the lesser half of a mule,

Despite the faces that I never knew.

It could be the coordinates were wrong,

It could be that the maps were never right.

I hope that when those girls sang their swan song

They spoke highly of American might.

As we turned over and began to snore

We made their skyline fifty shades of grey.

It wasn’t night upon that distant shore,

But by God, it did not look much like day.

And the next bomber was already there

Before the dust had settled from the air.

UNCONSTITUTIONAL

Before the dust had settled from the air

And we saw the price tag of chosen war

I wondered if the red-hatted will care,

Or if they will simply clamor for more.

I don’t think I will ever understand

The unilateral hypocrisy

Of burying a diamond in the sand

To self-fullfill a sordid prophecy.

What happened to the balance in our checks?

Have we all been struck deaf and blind and dumb?

Why did we let Donald stack all the decks?

When did we abandon our rules of thumb?

That night, using our nation as a tool,

He twisted up the very thumb of rule.