Now this time, people, Trump has gone too far—
Far worse than the too far he went before!
We never guessed that he had this in store.
He hit hard when we only meant to spar.
Having wished on a more progressive star,
We were assured that time would wage our war
For us. But Donald Trump’s outrageous score
Keeps rising – and it’s outraged that we are!
This time, we’re sure, he’s done his own ass in.
His bonfire will be soon just one weak ember.
His Twitter tricks, we’re sure, are growing thin.
His rhetoric we’re moving to dismember.
He can’t recover from this latest sin.
We’ll crush him like a bug – as in November.
The Autocrat of the Supper Table
He blabs on, though he makes little sense.
His delight in his voice is intense
As it fills the whole room,
Same old stench in the tomb.
He’s the master of current events.
Cries of Protest
In the Valley of Silicon, wise
High-tech leaders protest with sharp cries
Trump’s vile immigrant bans.
He has fucked up their plans
To take work from our own I.T. guys!
and Lady Macbeth:
neither saw the impolitic ghost.
Gentlemen, be assured:
if you live, if you die,
no attention to you.
They Also Serve
The pope is cracking down on those who dare
Suggest that openness can go too far.
For dissent from dissent he doesn’t care.
Of his own show he means to be the star—
And, if you challenge him, hey, no cigar!
Smoking is streng verboten anyway:
It causes global warming. Alles klar?
German advisers smugly rule the day.
Silencing critics, Francis? Let me say
That I would dearly love to make your list
Of those to silence. For your wrath I pray.
But what am I? A rhyming satirist
Of no account. I’ll win no papal hearing.
They also serve who simply go on sneering.
Bitch preached righteousness high on the air—
But before scheduled takeoff. Some dare
To dispense with convention
And engage in contention.
Noble choice! Get her ass out of there!