The Cost of Lost


Now pardoned and just oozing gratitude,
A General calls out for Martial Law
Redo the vote for its corrupted flaw.
O please. May this pathetic mess conclude.

His lawyer rails on to Stop the Steal.
With wild claims devoid of evidence,
And filings “biblical” with little sense.
A pause to wonder is this bitch for real.

And what a time for William Barr to fail.
Betraying Trump by finding zero fraud.
For one so loyal, this is very odd.
Perhaps a Biden check is in the mail.

Our nation pays a very heavy cost
Because this loser can’t accept: He. Lost.

December, 2020


Inside he plays fire’ and replace,
While outside he riles up his base.
He’ll sabotage more,
Leave a turd on the floor,
And cut his nose to spite his face.


In a bribery-for-pardon REDACTED,
The attorney and client REDACTED.
A troubling scheme
From a lobbying team
To benefit __ and REDACTED.


Now pardoned and just oozing gratitude,
A General calls out for Martial Law
Redo the vote for its corrupted flaw.
O please. May this pathetic mess conclude.

His lawyer rails on to Stop the Steal.
With wild claims devoid of evidence,
And filings “biblical” with little sense.
A pause to wonder is this bitch for real.

And what a time for William Barr to fail.
Betraying Trump by finding zero fraud.
For one so loyal, this is very odd.
Perhaps a Biden check is in the mail.

Our nation pays a very heavy cost
Because this loser can’t accept: He. Lost.


The Golden State’s in quite a quandary.
A common way forward is gone-dree.
We shelter in place
And cover our face
While Newsom dines at the French Laundry.

November, 2020


So who among us are the brave explorers
Who’d dare to sneak inside for Trick or Treat
What slimy creatures will be there to greet
Within the ominous White House of Horrors.
(pause. insert blood-curdling scream here)

There’s Giuliani, proud as Nosferatu,
And McEnany in her snake-like coil,
The shrieking harpy witch Kimberly Guilfoyle
And unmasked staff with COVID flying at you.

Don Junior helps you bob for razored fruit,
While ghostly men in sheets tear gas the streets
And Black and Brown kids feast on poison treats
From Stephen Miller in his SS suit.

Such scary fun to make us scream and shout.
Then toss the orange jack-o-lantern out.


They came in from Laredo on the urging of his son.
The Trump Train brought their forces out “to have a little fun”.
That Biden bus was up against a tactic rather new to us
Surrounded on the Interstate, they asked “what will they do to us?”

The Trump-supporting patriots were ready to unload.
They tried to run that Commie Biden busload off the road.
“Hey, howdy folks”, they said. “So sad yer leavin’ San Antone,
But why not keep on drivin’, and just leave our state alone.”

Our president, he laughed and said they’re offering protection.
It’s sad to see the lengths he has to go for an erection.
But then came in the FBI to take a look’n’see
Upon this happy heap of Texas hospitality.

Election 2020 winds down to its final days
A troubling time for all of us in far too many ways
Now add to it a most disturbing hallmark of our nation –
Some good ol’ fashioned tried & true thuggish intimidation.


lies. threats. obstructions.
rights and lives sadly at risk
as we hold our breath


The landslide that we hoped for didn’t fall
The numbers once predicted not appearing
That ever-looming outcome we’ve been fearing
Anxiety and tension cast a pall.

What is this foreign country we’ve become
With goals and standards I can’t recognize
I’ve lost the truth I cherished in these lies
Oh when will this depression turn to numb

Four years to mobilize a strong defense
Tonight we saw the best that we could do
Was not enough to turn the red to blue
And wash away the stain of Trump and Pence.

Perhaps in sleep a respite from the sorrow
There’s still a few more votes to count tomorrow.


For 4 years, this Trumpian curse.
And now he just makes matters worse
With fraud accusations,
And false proclamations,
And tweets that are flatly perverse.


We witnessed the Great Orange Beast
Engage in a falsehood-filled feast
With inciteful claims
And off-the-chart blames,
While the ballots for Biden increased.


Departing from that nasal, whining tone.
A calming message. Warmer. Reassuring.
A welcome shift from what we’d been enduring
At last an exit from this Twilight Zone.

Perhaps he only said what was expected
This politician, yes, for 50 years
Refreshing tho, to not play to our fears.
A heart within seemed honestly detected.

Our leader has another path to choose –
To fan the rabid flames of Stop The Steal
This man who once gave us Art of The Deal
We see he’d rather start a war than lose.

Meanw’ile now positive on your behalf,
Mark Meadows, loyal White House Chief of Staff.


Trump’s had time for copping a feel.
And more time to lie, cheat and steal.
And then time for Joe
To say Don, time to go.
It’s time for our country to heal.


All day I’ve been wearing a grin.
For soon the new term will begin.
But the thing that perturbs me,
Confounds & disturbs me
Are the folks who still think Trump can win.


The president, in loss, beyond consoling,
A-tweeting from his bunker “WE WILL WIN”.
Transition Team obstructions now begin,
And starting with Mark Esper, heads are rolling.

Now William Barr says go pursue the fraud
Investigate substantial allegations
That robbed this orange laughingstock of nations,
While Trumpers pray to q-anon & god.

Oh could we please declare a moratorium
On he too vain, corrupt and blind to fail.
A press conf’rence lays out his comeback trail
Between a dildo shoppe and crematorium.

Meanwhile, the ACA may just survive.
O what a wondrous time to be alive.


I guess that you have to admire ‘em,
For somehow the facts did inspire ‘em.
The Supremes weren’t kidding –
They did not do his bidding.
I guess that he’ll just have to fire ‘em.


Allegations of fraud met with frost
While frivolous lawsuits get tossed,
I know it must suck
To be a lame duck,
But pack it in Donny, YOU LOST.


Like some old depraved, debauched Royal,
Trump only has use for the loyal.
So don’t do your job.
Just polish the knob
Of this outgoing festering boil.


Out! Out! Infernal petulant man-child!
Refuse to lead and yet refuse to leave
This man who wears his ass upon his sleeve
With more pandemic surges running wild.

It’s past allotted time for saving face
With some young pup to run the pink slip purge
No reasoned voice to stem the vengeful urge
No decent lawyer left to take the case.

So in four years, a hint at coming back
A strategy to keep the base excited
A fine routine until you get indicted
And creditors won’t cut you any slack.

Each day another act to help cement
This legacy of an embarrassment.


In DC, there’s protestors swirling.
Accusations of fraud they are hurling.
They yell, scream and cry for him,
Perhaps kill or die for him,
As he goes to tee off at Sterling.


Poor Donald is soon out of work.
His lawsuits are met with a smirk.
He’s taking a beating
But not due to cheating,
But because many think he’s a jerk.


In Georgia there’s been a demand
To recount all ballots by hand
‘Cept the ones you may cross
That Graham says “toss”
(tho he’s denied taking that stand).


Yes, many have found him uncouth,
And he acts like a petulant youth
Who’s crass and self-serving
But what’s more unnerving
Is his four-year long war against truth.


An amazing new record has hit.
A quarter mil have died from it.
Would things be that bad
If only we had
A president who gave a shit.


In over thirteen-hundred daily rhymes
Perspectives offered on events and players.
My crude attempts to peer between the layers
Present a stanza’d journal of our times.

A country’s slow fragmenting into pieces
A daily dose of soul disturbing headlines
Of cities rife with toilet paper breadlines
And leadership like monkeys flinging feces.

This daily practice forces me to look
And offer what I see in tidy verses
Each one a metaphor for what perverse is
And stars our orange psychopathic crook.

A leader leaves his nation sick and grieving
Sets fire to the building as he’s leaving.


If Sinclair is all that you viewed,
Being so right-wing fantasy skewed,
For four years, alas,
Smoke blew up your ass.
No wonder you think Trump got screwed.


bright lights big moment
twenty-grand a day mastery
his hair is melting


With Covid in sad upward climb,
A global confab would be prime.
He’d show, but dad-gummit,
That G-20 summit
Conflicted with Donald’s tee time.


For 16 days she held on to the keys
Tho’ caught between, she wanted to be sure.
Her boss’ wrath a challenge to endure,
While Congress wasn’t saying “pretty please”.

The Donald tweeted threats and hit the links.
Unprecedented graceless hand-off stalls.
Security and needed structure falls.
This chapter of our chequered hist’ry stinks.

Transition time. So let the Trumpers grieve.
They’ve seen his battle play out in the courts
And Giuliani take it in the shorts.
It’s time their two-bit grifter has to leave.

But even so the man will not concede.
It’s no big thing. At this point there’s no need.


With the president’s leadership aimlessly
Leaving no one who’s touched by it blamelessly,
There’s also, of course,
The Elite Strike Force
With Rudy and Sid lying shamelessly.


Pleaded guilty. Admitted to lies
About Moscow to F.B.I. guys.
What he could have told.
His silence is gold
So his pardon comes as no surprise.

Happy Thanksgiving!


The High Court of Right Wing Achievers
Made music for some True Believers:
The state cannot say
We can’t gather to pray,
And we’re free to be disease receivers.


Death Penalty fans can rejoice.
With Barr they have found their true voice.
From electrocution
To toxic solution,
To bullet, he’s all about choice.


With people now ill by the score,
And so many hungry and poor,
Asked if he predicted
How many afflicted,
Our president’s answer was “Fore!”


Fox News. A Sunday morning interview.
A time for making claims and sowing doubt.
The fact that Donald won it in a rout
That Democrats corrupted out of view.

A tragic case of justice interrupted
Such evidence the judges won’t allow.
A steaming mass of evidence, and how!
Of one man’s grifter fantasy disrupted.

Two narratives diverge for us to choose
With resources and patience wearing thin
Some waiting for the skirmish to begin
As usual the innocents will lose.

And as this lame-duck nightmare limps along,
He’s either the most wronged or the most wrong.

October, 2020


Good people are wondering why
Donald told the Proud Boys to stand by.
He’d rather you bleed
Than to ever concede.
Dear God, what a pip of a guy.


What does the future hold, what does it mean
To spend such energy poo-pooing masks
While tending to fundraising rally tasks,
And now you find yourself in quarantine.

Drown out the experts. Elevate the quacks.
Downplay it and dismiss it as a hoax
Use victims as the butt of your sad jokes
The virus doesn’t care who it attacks.

Make pouty faces. Hurl your insults.
Pretend to all the world that you’re immune
They’ve seen. They know you’re just a big buffoon.
Shut up, go home & wait for the results.

It’s said the symptoms can be quite infernal.
You’re positive, but hey – Hope springs Eternal.


Submitted at this time for your approval:
A man indulged in risk and spreading lies
Airlifted for his care before our eyes.
Ten more so far with quarantined removal.

The new Rose Garden dared reveal its thorn.
As social Senators and staff got pricked
When Trump announced that Barrett was his pick.
Mixed feelings here within a nation torn.

We’ll push on through says Mitch McConnell, scoffing.
The vote will come as planned – no need to fear.
How fitting he’s pretending not to hear
The sound of more committee members coughing.

A new dimension far beyond the known
A far-off place we call…
The Twilight Zone


Our President’s had quite a scare.
Walter Reed – yeah, it’s good that he’s there.
No time for the flu,
He’s got work to do –
Like gutting Affordable Care.


Donald Trump just did something outrageous.
He went out for a drive while contagious.
Was he breathing toward
Secret Service on board?
Well, I hope that they’re making good wages.


Triumphant in return he mounts the stair.
A stop. A photo-op. Mask off with flair.
He stares the virus in the eye and wins.
Round Two of staff infection now begins.

Salute the docs who brought about this day
With care beyond what we could ever pay
Salute the magic raft of drugs they used
That may leave him unstable and confused.

And now he’s back at work, signing and tweeting
Three days after he gave Covid a beating
Salute the man himself. He’s at his peak.
I guess the folks who died were just too weak.

How will this drama play on the election
The Legend of Trump’s Covid Resurrection.


The man is a walking insult.
So evil, he’s almost occult.
I’ve no shits to give.
His sole positive:
His own recent COVID result.


Trump’s disasters Pence chose to ignore,
Spouting fear for what Joe has in store.
The distortions he spread
Made the fly on his head
A pungently apt metaphor.


There once was an angry armed crew
That plotted a Michigan coup.
Drag the Gov out the door,
Incite Civil War.
No bitch gon’ tell them what to do.


Bill Barr has his loyalty tested.
With all of the time he’s invested,
Obama and Biden
And Clinton’s still hidin’.
Drag ‘em out and let’s have ‘em arrested!


Without me and my small but iron fist,
Your life as you once knew it will go blammo.
You’ll lose your Christian churches and your ammo.
Your nation will become a Socialist.

For Biden and his monster running mate,
Beholden to dark forces pulling strings,
Will bring to our Republic, awful things.
Undoing all I did to make it great.

It’s not about the money that I owe,
Or what I’ll face if I’m not re-elected,
Or issues in my tax returns, detected.
It’s love of God and Country, don’t you know.

Our Law & Order president has spoken,
But not about the laws he might have broken.


And finally the last 100 days.
Our countdown to the next inauguration.
Four years, whole lifetimes, passed within our nation,
And change – evolved; imposed – in countless ways.

A country rended by conflicting facts,
And seasons of great floods followed by fire
The temperature of escalating ire
With punctuating bloody, random acts.

This gravity of systems in collapse
Spurred onward by a madman at the wheel
A pestilence that many doubt is real
While far too many battle over scraps.

His tenure brought us so much unexpected.
What would be now had he not been elected.


Judge Barrett is one righteous chick.
A Republican Values hat trick.
Most women can see
She’s no RBG.
They’ll be barefoot and pregnant and sick.


How joyous to go thru a day
That balanced out work rest and play,
Then raising a toast
To the all-too-rare boast
Neither COVID nor Donald held sway.


Intelligent and poised. Outstanding dancer.
Her deft responses cool, too cool perhaps
This dream come true for textualist chaps
Unspoken knowns in what she would not answer.

The smugness from the ones who hold the aces.
While others question with dire predictions.
Past writings indicate her predilections,
But not a word was heard from her on cases.

Perhaps when faith and truth become so certain,
A truth that lay beyond becomes obscured,
So measured in injustices endured
By those who cannot see behind the curtain.

America could end up very odd
Were she to use her robes to serve her God.


At the Town Hall, that president guy
Yelled a lot and told lie after lie.
Our foul orange knave
Crowed about a red wave.
It’s a wave alright. Waving goodbye.


Cal fires are brutally tough.
Getting money to fight them is rough.
They’re torching our land
But talk to the hand
Because Gav didn’t grovel enough.


It’s a challenging time for our nation.
Altogether, a sad situation.
Every headline I read
Seems to tragically lead
To an ad for another donation.


Four years ago we saw a loser win.
The true majority, it did not rule.
A process artly gamed to our chagrin,
And since that time has played us for a fool.

Pulled out of balance by a loud extreme,
A center skewed past any recognition.
But notice, as before, behind the scene,
The profit takers clutching the ignition.

Trump’s real brand is not conservatism
It’s taking taking taking taking taking
The selfish piss of fire on the schism
And sick delight in witnessing the breaking.

Let’s end this poison game that he’s begun.
Our crazy uncle’s had far too much fun.


On health, Trump is truly a master.
Covid’s hitting more frequent and faster.
While just as expected,
Science gets rejected,
And he sez Fauci’s the disaster.


An epidemic at the border
From Trump’s imposition of order –
Of kids separated
From parents, it’s stated.
(Over 500, says a reporter).


Iran better leave us alone.
They’ve meddled with voters, it’s shown.
Sending threats, sowing doubt –
Guess they haven’t found out –
We’re screwing up fine on our own.


Neither one of them came off unkind.
They both kicked a little behind.
Some facts got refuted,
Nobody got muted,
And no one is changing their mind.


There are some who may look askance
At a recently filmed circumstance:
A hotel, a bed,
An old man misled,
And Rudy with hand in his pants.


Despite all the problems about,
Beyond a scintilla if doubt,
After four years of grief,
We’ll taste some relief,
The moment that we vote him out.


The questions, he was warned, they would be tough.
The leader of the free world couldn’t take it.
The lights too bright to even let him fake it,
He stopped and said “I think we have enough”

A tantrum as he pouts and takes a walk
Fake news in all its bias, hatred, rudeness.
No Hannity softballs for Orange Dudeness.
He tells the woman “that’s no way to talk”

How sad the free press leaves him little choice.
Defensively, he’ll lie, distort, discredit.
He didn’t say it even if he said it.
It’s Social Media that gives him voice.

And after Leslie’s interview goes south,
Pence lectures us from both sides of his mouth


It appears that decisions are nearing
With results Democrats are all fearing.
Soon enough we’ll find out
Her opinions about
Things she wouldn’t discuss at the hearing.


Who knows if it’s talent or luck
Or willingness to spend a buck
Whatever the reason
This crazy-ass season
Big deal. The Dodgers still suck.


They say these men created what we see –
His father, yes. And Norman Vincent Peale.
That snake Roy Cohn – his influence, so real.
Observe the marks upon him from the three.

No mercy in attacks or accusations.
Deny and counter. Leave the bloody scars.
This from Roy Cohn, witch hunter to the stars,
Who spread his AIDS through countless assignations.

And father Fred, another of the pillars.
He taught Don well: do what it takes to win.
To show a weakness is the only sin.
For in this world, there’s losers and there’s killers.

These two perspectives have so much to give
Wrapped in the pow’r of thinking positive.


An Omaha sight to behold:
Trump supporters left out in the cold.
They wait for a bus,
He leaves without fuss,
And that’s why they love him, we’re told.


When our nation’s economy’s swell,
Trump will tell ya that he made it jell.
With relief checks delayed,
And the stock market frayed,
The credit is his there as well.

September, 2020


Those Socialists throwing that fit?
Donald says he’ll protect you from it.
Then tell you with pride
Law & Order’s his guide,
But in fact he likes stirring up shit.


When Trump’s interviewed on Fox Newses,
He just spews out whatever he chooses:
Biden’s sick. Portland’s burning.
Anarchy is churning.
I so hope this corrupt liar loses.


Trump’s latest tweet storm was quite nice.
He wants this election on ice.
Since the Dems are all frauds,
Just even the odds
Making sure that you vote for him twice.


Once, Forest Gump, on life and all its frets
Compared it to a box of choc-o-lates
Now Trump, on murder, going with his gut,
Said death’s like choking on a three-foot putt.

In Germany and France, our fallen lay
From bitter battles of an olden day
But Donald’s hair could not endure the clime
Suckers and losers don’t deserve his time.

With flag and Bible merely photo ops
As he excuses trigger-happy cops
And “Patriots” suck up his lies and tricking,
Democracy is ripe for Donald’s picking.

While public comments clean up what they can,
The private ones still show the real man.


The studying of Racial Theory
Appears to make Donald Trump leery.
He’s canceling classes
On Whites being asses
Why not. It’s his privilege, Dearie.


New revelations from the broken fixer.
Another tell-all book upon the pile
From he who paved the rocky road with style
But still, no that’ll-change-their-vote elixir.

Hush money paid to folks behind the scene,
The bullshit of the laying on of hands,
Contempt for all the dark ones in the stands,
Red, White & Blue subordinate to Green.

The jealous admiration saved for Putin –
His nexus point of global wealth and power
Entreaties that he’d help the campaign flower,
Perhaps a Moscow Trump Hotel? Damn tootin’!

Disbarred, disgraced and under House Arrest
This Judas Suit who once loved Trump the best.


That Doonesbury strip’s quite a brand.
Yesterday, Trudeau laid out what’s planned.
With Sunday as “GO”,
For the rest of his show,
Trump will have COVID blood on his hand.


A logistics whiz, name of DeJoy,
Said “For fundraising, Don – I’m your Boy!”
What staffers donated,
He slyly rebated,
Now the USPS is his toy.


In Austin, Lake Travis had drama.
Five boats went down without a comma.
Those poor Trumper fools
Blew off waterway rules.
I’m sure that they all blamed Obama.


Guest Poet
Senate Minority Leader
Charles E. Schumer (D-N.Y.)

“Trump lied…
…people died”.


And now, with Rage, suspicions are confirmed:
Our leader is a narcissistic fool,
With staff a silent, deferential tool
Who out of fear just rolled their eyes and squirmed.

With no distinction between truth and lie,
Attention span much like a minus number,
And empathy quite dead or in deep slumber,
This boastful bully, self-deluded guy

Assumes no blame but pulls in all the credit.
In 18 on-the-record interviews
Expands upon his sad, deluded views
And leaves it up to Woodward for the edit.

Confirming here an old familiar song
What some deny but we knew all along.


Yes, Trump is so mean and unfair,
And COVID is really a scare.
To write more, I’ve tried
But I’m preoccupied
With all of the shit in the air.


He gave COVID underplayed spin.
(Didn’t want to have panic set in).
But each time he’ll speak
He’ll want us to freak
On what happens if he don’t win.


Did Trump really say what he means
Shooting suspects in violent scenes?
Does he see beneficial
Killing extrajudicial
Like Duterte in the Philippines.


We’ll see how Henderson Nevada handles
The aftermath of Trump’s indoor love fest
Where Donald put the maskless throngs to test
Upon his long conveyor belt of scandals.

Behavior that is reckless and appalling
And all while spreading lies and stoking fear
Implying that a civil war is near.
Take comfort in his polling numbers falling.

To win again, with Putin he colludes,
Has Barr to favor friends and muzzle foes,
But soon we’ll grab the hook and get the hose
When this dystopian nightmare concludes.

For if that man should get another four,
Our States won’t be United anymore.


Sad man collecting deadly, hellish thoughts
Held captive by the shadows on the ceiling
Deleted tweets reveal a mind that’s reeling
Election night spent waiting for the shots

There’s leftist hit squads coming to your town
And deep-state scientists with their sedition
Buy guns! Buy guns! Buy guns & ammunition!
It’s come to this. They’re gonna take me down.

A Health and Human Services advisor
Advising scientists to change their tunes.
Now warning the approach of Left-Wing goons.
Could this man’s boss have chosen any wiser?

The latest news says he may soon take leave.



Barr’s slimy corruption just oozes
Enforcing the laws that he chooses
With absolute power,
Hello golden shower.
Trump wins and America loses.


Come out! Come out! Stop your hidin’!
You G.O.P. voters for Biden!
Like the once-Pence adviser
Who knows that it’s wiser
To have it be truth yer confidin’.


A champion and a firebrand has left.
A valiant run, but now she is at peace
Yet her demand for justice cannot cease.
A nation and its women stand bereft.

Her last and her most fervent wish was stated
And yet before the body’s even cold
McConnell’s slimy playbook will unfold
This hypocrite with conscience abrogated.

What dark cutthroat maneuvers lie ahead
What senators might have the guts to break
With both sides knowing full well what’s at stake
So many cases hanging by a thread.

Let Ginsberg’s optimism shine within you,
Believing “We the People” will continue.


“The people need to have their voices heard”
“Let’s hold off making this justice selection.”
“Too soon before a heated Prez election.”
You saw their quotes, now hold them to their word.

“I don’t think we should seek a nominee,
And this, regardless of affiliation
To serve the greater interests of our nation”
Their words, four years ago for all to see.

“The climate’s too political I fear.” “This court has dealt with absences before.”
“It’s better with the voters keeping score.”
Oh never mind. Trump’s made the process clear:

“Let’s find a woman who’ll vote like a man
And jam her down their throats quick as we can.”


Education should be patriotic!
The truth of our past? Idiotic!
We’re white, right & strong!
We’ve done nothing wrong!
Strap him down and inject a narcotic.


It don’t take a genius to know
A con man is running the show.
He’s screwed so much stuff.
Four years is enough.
This asshole has just got to go.


A landmark new record today
Our death toll hit 200K
A phenomenal job.
That ignorant blob
Sez the virus is going away.


Even if he don’t win, he’ll call “dibs”
Kick Democracy right in the ribs
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Boy, that will sure piss off the Libs!


Her body lies in state as mourners shout.
They say “honor her wish” and “vote him out”.
Perhaps out of respect this solemn day
He didn’t use tear gas to clear the way.

Meanwhile with the rules McConnell fudges,
Still slamming through his legacy of judges.
At stake, the right to legally abort,
And decades of an out-of-balance court.

Then for Breonna’s death, no charges filed,
Reflects a damaged system spinning wild,
With prayers for peace and justice, getting neither,
But two cops shot did not get justice either.

To turn the tide, mass voting is our task.
By mail, or in person (with a mask).


It’s National Public Lands Day!
Free admission to visit and play!
Celebrate their protection
And untouched perfection
With Bill Pendley going away.


In Portland, the Proud Boys collected
In numbers far less than expected.
For love they came callin’
Of boozin’ & brawlin’ –
A platform that most folks rejected.


And from the Times, the news is as expected
About our fraudulent conniving boss
Who boasted billions running at a loss
And taxes paid? Well not too much detected.

His business tactics – mostly bleed and squander.
A wizard he, at piling on the debt.
His castle but a house of cards, and yet
It’s still too much for his fan base to ponder.

His hotels tho, a steady income source
His aides and secret service do it right
Six-hundred fifty bucks per-room-per-night
The tab picked up by taxpayers of course.

Is he our first elected crook? I doubt it.
It’s just he’s so damned obvious about it.


Tonight a debate comes to pass,
With America watching en masse.
When the two of them meet,
How can Biden compete
With the lies Trump pulls out of his ass.


one heartfelt question
on behalf of a nation
would you shut up, man?

August, 2020


“President Trump”. Not the wisest of men.
Is he leaving? O God, tell me when.
May the day please draw near
When we won’t have to hear
Those two words together again.

(Not my best rhyme, but straight from the heart.)


The election, it keeps drawing nearer.
It’s results, day by day, getting clearer.
It’s sad and a shame
How he tosses the blame
At all except who’s in the mirror.


That Kushner’s a bit of a dick.
He dropped plans to test pretty quick.
In giving the screw
To states colored Blue
He’s letting their people get sick.


John Lewis? Trump says that he knew him.
But he can’t say how his’try will view him.
“The facts are the facts.
I’ve done more for Blacks,
And he skipped my inauguration. So screw him.”


Earth in upheaval
City of death and debris
This was once Beirut


False claims that should not be repeated
Led to Trump postings getting deleted.
Kids get the disease,
And can spread it with ease.
Two facts that he has not conceded.


With boundless lies and trademark baseless claims
Trump’s Cleveland show was long on passing blames
In lacking tools for cleaning up his mess,
He lashed at Biden, calling him Godless.

By stoking fears and smearing reputation,
Poured salt upon our sad and wounded nation,
Then offered up himself as the salvation
For clueless blunders of his own creation.

Trump’s fawning donor, now the new postmaster
Sets up the USPS for disaster
As sorting, staff and service take a beating
The deck is getting stacked to win by cheating.

These days the Oval Office really stinks.
This weekend he’ll get fresh air on the links.


A Georgia girl’s school day was ended
When a picture she posted offended.
Crowded halls, no face covered,
Lax enforcement discovered,
And for telling the truth got suspended.


A postmaster, name of DeJoy
Is showing that he is Trump’s boy.
A massive staff shuffle
And structure kerfuffle,
A blatant election-time ploy.


His deferring taxes is clever.
But defunding Medicare? Never!
Since sent here by Jesus,
He does what he pleases,
This whiniest Presidebt ever.


Good news? I’d say it’s a day for it.
So what does our Prez have to say for it?
“I have strong belief
In virus relief,
And I’m going to make the States pay for it!”


An Oakland girl, diverse and brilliant core
Her law career began as prosecutor
(Yes, Willie Brown was on the scene as suitor)
Her first campaign showed Hallinan the door

The DA years were left with mixed repute
Intelligent, articulate and strong
As time would show, occasionally wrong
Mnuchin she declined to prosecute

But took on Sessions, Kavanaugh and Biden
A nasty one, our president would note
Not many problems going for the throat
Now may she call him out on what he’s hidin’

Let’s see what Democrats will be investing
Today we saw the race get interesting.


Reported in Iowa quarters:
DeJoy has removed mail sorters
A sad spirit-dampening,
This blatant vote tampering
Within our American borders.


Reality’s easy to see –
Elections are still fair and free.
In person, by mail,
No voter will fail
As long as their vote is for he.


One-hundred and fifty-eight days remain
Until we see the next inauguration.
A gauntlet of a summer’s conflagration
And then a chance to vote away our pain.

Four years we’ve stoked the whims of Don the Con
A smorgasbord of selfishness and greed
All garnished by the hearts of those in need.
O, but to celebrate when he is gone.

A menace who ignores a nation’s pleading
While narrowing the pathways of dissent
Inspires rage in those who would prevent
That fool who values winning over leading.

Our troubled minds would do well to remember
Above all, where the X goes in November.


A seventy-one year long ride.
This brother stood long at his side.
It’s sad that he’s gone.
His mem’ry lives on.
They say it’s the nice one who died.


Arrest this disappearing of blue boxes
Illuminate this troubling gloom of night
How can this timed dismantling be right
This coup within a coop now run by foxes.

Who is this boss who’s never carried mail
Another shill who bought into position
Oh pardon me for viewing with suspicion
Who sees his charge as not too big to fail.

Observe the strategies of desperation
Behold the tactics of the one who places
A tyrants need for winning all the races
Beyond the moral standards of a nation

Welcome home and hope you had some fun.
Come back. Pelosi says recess is done.


The star of the evening? Michelle.
She summed Donald up pretty well:
Chaos and division,
A self-serving mission,
No empathy. (Damn him to Hell).


-Special thanks to FMA-
For the Post Office, O how I’ve cried.
Our ballots may “go for a ride”.
It’s just you’d expect
It would get more respect
From a guy with a mail-order bride.


He had hope when it came time for the change
That next guy would step up to the position.
Was not foreseeing such a stark transition
To one who’d be so sadly out of range.

A former leader spoke to what’s at stake
To stay unfit and selfish at the top.
He urged us – cast the vote to make it stop
And rid us of this presidential fake.

Four years, we’ve seen the worst of us displayed
Our global reputation so diminished
To stay the course, Democracy is finished
While one man puts his ego on parade

It’s hard to see our lives so sorely tested.
Some good news tho – Steve Bannon got arrested.


Biden’s speech came off nicely, apparently.
His empathy present, inherently
He didn’t need muster
Lies, insults or bluster,
And unlike Trump, spoke quite coherently.


Picked a helluva time to retire.
From the frying pan into the fire.
Well, so much for leisure
I’m up for a seizure
From politics, sickness, and fire.


No principles. No preparation.
The lying without hesitation.
The cruelty too, mister.
As told by his sister!
Still, some want him leading our nation.


Her teenager daughter is having a pout.
She’s speaking her mind. There’s trouble, no doubt.
We may never know what the fuss is about,
But Crystal Meth Barbie is on her way out.


Let accolades ring out about him!
We’ll vanquish the virus! Don’t doubt him!
He’ll lock up and beat
Those who poop in the street!
It’s Socialist Chaos without him!

(Alternate Ending:
He’ll beat off the throngs
Of men in sarongs!
It’s Socialist Chaos without him!)


Abby Johnson, a speaker of note,
Would limit some folks’ right to vote,
And gladly profiled
Her bi-racial child.
That’s enough. Please pass the remote.


The on-court action stopped. Players resisted
For Jacob Blake they all would take a stand.
Meanwhile Pence, so white and bland,
Described a country that has not existed.

For Law & Order’s what the man is for.
He warns of Biden: chaos and decline.
“With us the Common Man will do just fine”,
Ignoring the injustice at the core.

He spoke of COVID then with some defiance
He said his boss had stepped up like a hero
Ignoring that compassion rate of zero
And confident that miracles trump science.

Meanwhile, Fox’s Tucker ups the ante
With praises for a teenaged vigilante.


Trump warns us and scares us a lot,
With Biden it all goes to pot.
But riots and shooting
Sheer chaos and looting
Are problems we’ve already got.


Handcuffed to the bed
Seven bullets to the back
Kenosha Justice


The gulf coast was tragically flattened.
No matter the hatches so battened.
Is all this God’s ire
Like brimstone and fire
Or was it just something that happened.


To Kenosha, Trump’s making the climb
To visit the scene of the crime.
The governor’s feeling
He’ll hinder the healing.
Thanks a lot but it’s not a good time.

July, 2020


The Doctor, as cliché as it may seem,
Appeared to her quite clearly in a dream.
And in that deep, subconscious sanctity,
He offered Sacred Synchronicity.

Archetypal, this, forever to be fated
The image that she faithfully related:
Trapped in a vat of filth, immense and vile,
And he, holding her down all of the while.

What painful truth could e’er be justified
How could could her anguish lead to strength inside
And suddenly, as if she always knew –
The forward path does not lead out, but through.

Don’t quote me, as I’m not the one who knows.
But I believe that’s how the story goes.


It’s kind of a sad thing to see
Going on in our Land of the Free.
But his words and his deeds
All suggest that he leads
The Southern Confederacy.


An asset for Trump in the race,
Cain stood out, but still knew his place.
Yet he paid a high price
Cuz he knows it’s not nice
For a black man to cover his face.


A troubling, uneasy celebration
With fireworks and timely photo ops
Brings clouds of pepper spray and lots of cops.
Divisive words for our divided nation

Crowds gathering salute our independence.
No masks, no separation. No big deal.
But still the existential threat is real
Sad, Kim and Junior won’t be in attendance.

Those truths we hold to be self-evident
Seem mostly for elites beyond a wall.
If our sweet justice doesn’t stand for all,
They’re empty words with hollow sentiment.

May we find cause to lift our hearts today.
Tomorrow seems so very far away.


Donald Trump sez that he’s had his fill
Of the Radical Left and their swill:
Equality, health,
Distribution of wealth,
And perhaps maybe cops who don’t kill.


Lots of rockers have made it quite plain:
Keep our music out of your campaign
But Kid Rock says OK,
Like Pat Boone & Kanye.
And Ted Nugent sure wouldn’t complain.


Poor Donald is singing the blues.
He fell out of love with Fox News.
With his dip in their polls
He tweets and he trolls.
Newsmax has the truth he can use.


Donald Trump has a niece, name of Mary
Who paints us a picture quite scary.
A stern father’s wrath
Begets sociopath.
Dysfunctional family? Yes, very.


The Supremes said: Enough with this dance.
Hand your tax records over to Vance.
Did campaigning monies
Help quiet some Honeys
When Trump tried to get in their pants?


The dire warnings from the CDC
Downplayed and set aside by Trump and Pence
To urge the weary masses to agree
With faith and instinct over evidence.

Guidelines and cautions daily getting blurred.
Reopen doors of bars and halls of learning.
The logic of exposing to the herd
Akin to celebrating Rome is burning.

Fifty-seven thousand daily cases.
A broken rudder. No one at the helm.
A nation filled with angry, anguished faces.
Thin line of heroes, stuck on overwhelm.

Each day this fetid toxic mix,
A blending of disease and politics


The man with Nixon tattooed on his back
Is back.



A rabid trickster, decades on the scene.
A mouthpiece for the global ill-repute.
This anarchist inside a fancy suit.
Deny, attack, destroy is the routine.

No need for ethics here. No bottom line.
Draw power from black arts and superstition,
Plant stories, bribe the opposition.
These tactics fit our president just fine.

Obstruction. Lying. Tampering with witnesses
Play politics more like performance art
Creative ruthlessness right from the start.
The wreckage leaves no doubt who’s hit this is.

“Ratf—king” champion, clear and undisputed.
And now, with deepest gratitude, commuted.


That DeVos is just one brilliant chick.
For teachers & kids, she’s a pick!
When school starts this fall,
There’s no plan at all,
Except go back to school and get sick.


How much is a vacation worth
Where a virus hot-spot can give birth.
Please don’t you get sick-y
When visiting Mickey
At “The Happiest Place on Earth”. ™


Poor Donald has faced so much trauma.
He prob’ly was dropped by his mama.
Psychological pain
Is how to explain
His blaming COVID on Obama.


While more and more people are dyin’
Ol’ Donnie just keeps up his lyin’.
His poll numbers? Ouchie!
Hey, time to blame Fauci!
Ya can’t blame a grifter for tryin’.


There’s no sign of cures or vaccines.
We’re losing our ways and our means.
Tho our country is hurtin’
He’ll make time for certain
To pose with a desk, full of beans.


Sharecroppers’ son. A giant of a man.
A Freedom rider, battered for the cause,
And yet for over fifty years, no pause.
Was on the scene when Civil Rights began.

For justice, over forty times arrested
In Congress, spoke for those who had no voice
That Bloody Sunday left him little choice
Til those who’d subjugate were fin’ally bested.

From busses and lunch counters segregated,
Stood tall through all the change that would occur
White hoods and billy clubs would not deter.
He saw Obama get inaugurated.

Conscience. Courage. A Legend Life worth noting.
A privilege to honor it by voting.


On Fox, Trump has made it quite clear:
The virus will soon disappear.
Case numbers – inflated.
Concern – overrated.
Let’s vote this guy out on his rear.


From the streets of Portland to the border
Trump crows about his Law & Order.
The Gestapo is creeping.
Lady Justice is weeping
And only the rich can afford her.


In a move that’s quaintly idiotic,
Trump tweets that masks are Patriotic.
I mean, yeah, well, how great,
But five months too late.
His delay was just slightly psychotic.


There once were three guys from Fox News.
With women, they’d do what they’d choose.
The case taking shape
Is harassment and rape,
Behavior we cannot excuse.


O, Portland, Albuquerque, Kansas City.
Chicago & New York. Oakland & Philly.
Domestic troop deployment’s never pretty.
Tear-gassing moms is dangerous and silly.

Depending on which narrative you choose,
Thug anarchy, or peaceful demonstrations,
A country with its very soul to lose
Resembles far more dictatory nations.

Trump’s gauntlet thrown to Democratic mayors
While broader issues languish on the shelf
Now, funded by its very own taxpayers,
America declares war on itself.

Yet from the hopeless middle of it all,
Rejoice to finally hear the words “Play Ball!!”


The Lincoln speech that every child knew
Began, “Four score and seven years ago”.
The words of JFK still echo low –
“Ask not what your country can do for you”.

Young Washington spoke words that made it clear,
Refreshingly, “I cannot tell a lie”.
With cigarette and twinkle in his eye,
Proud Truman would declare “The buck stops here”.

Said Roosevelt, from every his’try book:
“The only thing to fear is fear itself.”
And even Nixon speaks out from the shelf
With his declaring “I am not a crook”.

Now Trump’s five genius words we get to see:
“Person. Woman. Man. Camera. TV.”


From Covid, to uses of force,
Your tactics are hard to endorse.
Stop making a mess.
Quit your job and de-stress.
Grab your balls and get on the golf course.


Events escalating, evolving.
Our less-better selves are involving.
So little good news.
One thing we could use
Is a role model in problem solving.


There once was a Florida Gov.
In Donnie he found his true love.
He opened too quickly.
Many people got sickly.
So much for advice from above.


The world has us behind a wall.
We’re teargassing moms at the mall.
This disease is unchecked.
Our economy? Wrecked.
Maybe things are not “Great” after all.


Bill Barr’s a cantankerous cuss.
At the hearings he’s raised quite a fuss.
He knows to his core
Who he’s working for
And it sure in the Hell ain’t for us.


The election? Trump wants to postpone it.
Tho Congress sure wouldn’t condone it.
It seems every day
He finds a new way
To take our great country and bone it.


Some under-aged girls were abused.
Ghislaine Maxwell has been accused.
Trump wishes her well.
Are there stories to tell.
Are they friends or is he just confused.

June, 2020


Oh what a darkly strange four years we’ve had
All falling from the choices that were made
As one by one we saw best hopes betrayed.
Unfolding like binge-watching Breaking Bad.

It started with a wrong but simple goal,
And starred a White man, gifted as a liar
Who built and stoked his own self-serving fire
That tragically ballooned out of control.

Destruction came in waves and lives were lost.
Good people saw their souls dragged through the mud.
A trail of broken bones and spattered blood
For one who’d save himself at any cost.

November, no more episodes remaining.
This long ago stopped being entertaining.


Tear gassed, peaceful protestors fled
As word of his fascism spread.
Troops on horseback were feared,
His pathway was cleared
To pose with a book he ain’t read.


A nation in anger and doubt.
A president showing his clout.
We’re singing the blues
Searching for some good news.
Well, at least racist Steve King is out.


Barr’s troops make a striking tableau.
Trained and tactical. Ready to go.
He’s turned up the heat.
They’ll be sweeping the street
With no stinking badges to show.


It’s a gesture important but small,
But sadly there’s no shock at all
That the Senate would dither
And backing would wither,
And a bill against lynching would stall.


Black People, Trump feels your pain.
But the Stock Market’s rising again.
Unemployment has slowed
Which statistically showed
That George Floyd did not die in vain.


The White House with black fencing at its border
A Nation’s precious symbol – a fortress.
A movement that our leader can’t address,
But lurks within, while tweeting “Law & Order”.

In countless cities, throngs of people witnessing.
The call for justice ringing loud and clear,
But no clear path for getting there from here,
And not much in the way of Social Distancing.

The signs and slogans cover quite the range
As streets and parks reverberate with chants.
The joy of watching newfound strangers dance.
Go forward in this spirit. Be the change.

In other news, while Trump is bunker-hidin’,
Colin Powell just came out for Biden.


Let’s look at Trump staffers who quit,
And how how he’d dis them in a snit.
At first they were hailed
Then branded as “failed”,
Cuz they couldn’t put up with his shit.


What an old man for peace must endure.
Pushed by cops to the ground, that’s for sure.
He fell, hit his head.
They walked by as he bled.
This “Antifa provocateur”.


I’m not a big Bill Barr endorser.
His responses are tone-deaf and coarser.
He should know what is meant
As good Law Enforcement
Is not “Be a Big Bad Enforcer”.


It’s a word that’s just too sadly fitted
At our borders where conflicts are pitted
There’s refugees seeking,
And inmates just freaking.
An asylum with no more admitted.


The mobilized troops were all set
To counter a domestic threat
And tho’ he was there
In Lafayette Square,
A General voiced his regret.

A conundrum for them MAGA folks
Is a source of some pretty good jokes.
To rally with pride
They’ll have to decide –
Is COVID a danger or hoax.


Like most of my friends, I am banking
On Trump’s popularity tanking.
But today, heal the rift.
For his birthday gift,
Let’s line up and give him a spanking.


From a 6 to 3 Supreme Court spar,
Comes a ruling that reaches quite far:
The law of our nation
Bans discrimination.
It’s legal to be who you are.


Our government’s seeking solutions.
Each branch makes its own contributions.
Bill Barr says “hey, trust us.”
His best path to justice
Is resume Federal executions.


You can’t blame poor Donald for trying.
But not many people are buying.
What facts do you choose.
It’s not just fake news,
But also fake illness and dying.


Just what does America need.
It depends upon which side you read.
With his anger and spite,
Trump sure can incite,
But he hasn’t a clue how to lead.


The bunting arcs – red white and blue resplendent
The chanted slogans, 19,000 strong
A fan base that will not be proven wrong
No virus will restrict their First Amendment.

And no one else could draw a crowd this size,
Believing every word he has to say.
The fake news of the stats two weeks away
Revealing who’s afflicted and who dies.

There’s bedlam and there’s chaos at the gates
The lawlessness of Democrats elected.
No recourse tho, if you should get infected.
Meanwhile Tulsa holds its breath and waits.

A prayer for these well-meaning bullshit swallowers
Reminding me so much of Jim Jones followers.


Attorney Geoff Berman’s in mind.
Bill Barr says the man has resigned.
But Geoff is not gone.
His cases go on.
Guess Trump is just scared what he’ll find.


If you believe that
Was a million in strength,
Then you’ll believe this
Is nine inches in length.


Tho there’s plenty around him to flatter,
His allies are starting to scatter.
It’s been a nice ride,
But he’s on the wrong side
Of too many issues that matter.


The papers this morning have wrote
Of two primaries worthy of note.
New York and Kentucky,
I hope that you’re lucky
And no one is dying to vote.


A president who’s surely lost his reason
Still reeling from his rally’s poor attendance,
And watching our infection rate’s ascendance,
Speaks out about his predecessor’s treason.

No grounds support this baseless accusation
Why, even Lindsay Graham’s not on board
A liability he can’t afford,
This strategy that reeks of desperation.

Meanwhile: a niece’s book is called salacious.
Our immigration quotas scale back.
The push for cutting Roger Stone some slack.
No masks for Trump in Arizona. Gracious.

And perched upon our country’s tragic skid,
This president who lies but doesn’t kid.


Enough with the protesting chatter.
Who cares if communities shatter.
As discontent grows,
The evidence shows:
Except for his own – No Lives Matter.

(Bonus Rhyme – No Extra Charge!)

Poor ol’ Devin Nunes, and how!
His lawsuit, a judge won’t allow.
Despite what he claimed,
He wasn’t defamed,
And he can’t sue a parody cow.


So many worked and waited for this day.
So much was spent on this Supreme investment
The table’s set for its complete divestment
The Court’s been asked to fell the ACA.

So what, the sick and dying come in surges.
So grand to see Obama in defeat,
To watch the Libtards crying in the street
By satisfying Federalist urges.

“So there” to all the whiners left at-risk
So long to cov’rage of what’s pre-existing
Your health deserves no government assisting.
Go broke or die. Your choice. Just keep it brisk.

This lack of care is more than just a phase.
Our country’s sick in oh so many ways.


In a press conference held yesterday
Mike Pence had some great things to say
We’re stopping the spread
Nobody is dead
And reopening’s really okay.


45 is the man of the hour
His campaign just continues flower
Kiss Biden goodbye
Trump’s polling is high
Among folks who like chanting “White Power”.


A St. Louis couple we view
Pointing guns at a crowd marching through.
Tho within their rights,
Had ‘em dead in their sights.
In Amerika, that’s what we do.


Buffoonish, ill-informed, and demagogic,
His reputation takes another blow.
Within the labyrinth of twisted logic
Lies what our leader did and did not know.

The McEnany spin could make one dizzy.
A Russian price on US soldiers’ heads.
For briefing, was our president too busy,
Or was he that damned cozy with the Reds.

When you’re a more broad-stroke, big-picture guy,
Fine details are easy ones to miss.
His stable genius-ness must be why
Trump’s ignorance is his pal Putin’s bliss.

More worrisome than on the streets you’ll find
The anarchy that rages in his mind.

May, 2020


The feel of music
The touch of a welcome hand
The smell of my friends


So Stephanie Grisham is done,
And the McEnany Era’s begun.
In her first Press to-do
Said “I won’t lie to you”.
I’m guessing that’s Lie Number One.


So tired of the glowing orange face.
So tired of the ever present name.
So tired of the constant passing blame.
So tired of the speeches, void of grace.

So tired of the gestures and the sneer.
The fetid oval of the moving lips.
The whiny rasp. The waddle of the hips.
The gnawing dread of each new thing to fear.

So tired of each blatant selfish goal.
The lies that number far beyond detection.
And those who’d proudly vote for reelection
Of he devoid of empathy or soul.

And yet there is a light beyond this slump,
Embracing things that do not rhyme with “dump”


Those protesters don’t fear the spread.
It’s loss of their rights that they dread.
They’re angry and armed.
But their lives are charmed.
If Black, they’d already be dead.


On Capitol steps, a convention
Of folks who eschew prevention.
With chemtrail birthers
And deep-state flat-earthers.
Armed “patriots”, voicing dissension.


By boat our guys would have attacked.
To help eevil Maduro get sacked.
How nice that we’ve seen
Despite Covid-19,
Our diplomacy still is intact.


Vigilantes in Georgia attack.
A young man will never come back.
Two months. No arrest.
Justice fails the test.
When you’re guilty of jogging while Black.


A double-shot of weariness and fear
As weeks drag on, the life we knew on pause
Conflicting truths regarding cure and cause
And no clear path to moving on from here.

Projections from the CDC and WHO
Our leader wants to wish those words away
For economic models hold more sway
Get back to work. It’s just a kind of flu.

The dark statistics get marginalized
As push turns into shove, full steam ahead
Acceptable, the number of the dead.
No mask for Trump. Is anyone surprised.

Beyond the shape and spin we’ll hear today,
Our thoughts and prayers go out to his valet.


For decades, did proudly his duty
Flamboyantly shaking his booty
Few of us could look finer
In sequins and eye-liner
The man who gave us Tutti-Frutti.


On this day, regarding our plight
I think how things could have gone right:
When preparing for bed
If she only had said
“I’m too tired Fred, so not tonight”


This new Barr decision draws flies.
But the winners write history, guys.
It’s right to be pissed
About charges dismissed.
Michael Flynn told “material lies”.


Assurances at Monday morning’s briefing
How everything is working out just fine
The boasting in a pouty raspy whine
A nasty question – suddenly he’s leaving.

Before that tho’, one word – Obamagate.
Thru hist’ry, it’s our country’s biggest crime
Specifics still a mystery for the time.
(Guess Mitch told him to shut his mouth too late).

Up next, the Supreme Court and Trump finances.
Past actions and transactions. Wanna bet
They’ll be released? Just ask his buddy Brett.
The odds are 5 to 4. He’ll take his chances.

Meanwhile, Fauci can’t be blamed for trying
To keep from needless suffering and dying.


Paul Manafort, worthy of note,
Serves the rest of his sentence remote.
His lock-up will cease
Granted early release
To care for that fine Ostrich coat.


Their conservative court did the trick.
The shelter-in-place did not stick.
Their ruling is clear.
Let’s go grab a beer!
In Wisconsin, you’re free to get sick.


He offers no coherent plan.
He thinks there’s good folks in the Klan.
He sings his own praises.
His lying amazes.
My God, who could vote for this man.


What has this poor man been ingesting.
It’s hard to believe he’s suggesting
Our number of cases
Exceeds other places
Because we do way too much testing.


Eric Trump offered something quite swell
On Fox News, that I can’t wait to tell:
When Election Day’s here,
COVID will disappear.
Here’s hoping his dad will as well.


Obama, it has come to pass,
Gave a speech to this year’s Senior Class.
How refreshing to hear
One who speaks loud and clear
From heart and head, rather than ass.


Both risks and rewards have been seen
Of this treatment, for lack of vaccine.
We hope for the best
As he puts to the test
Taking hydroxychloroquine.


Pelosi’s all hating on Trump.
Their relationship’s deep in a slump.
Fat shaming should cease.
“Morbidly Obese”?
We’d rather say “Pleasingly Plump”.


Unemployment’s a troubling fate.
There’s 38 million to date.
But Trump keeps on grinning,
And boasting of winning,
And keeping America great.


In Watsonville’s Ford plant, Trump’s dropping by.
Requests to wear a mask, but no, he ain’t.
Don’t want the inside smeared with orange paint.
For him, the rules and science don’t apply.

But rules for voting, that’s another thing.
No mail-in ballots. Too much chance for fraud
Decrees the man some say chosen by God.
The right to vote has such a hollow ring.

And in our isolation, holiday!
Memorial Day weekend to remember!
But will we look regretful come September
Because we stood too closely in our play.

In other news, now China’s in the wrong
In tightening its noose around Hong Kong.


Churches reopen? You bet!
Just be sure that Trump’s guidelines are met!
Our president’s orders
Transcending state borders.
C’mon – he ain’t lied to us yet!


As sickness and tension abound,
We know where our Prez will be found.
Helping out? Spreading hope?
Easing suffering? Nope.
He’ll be on the links playing around.


Memorial Day is a call
To reflect upon those who gave all
It’s sad we must ask
To please wear a mask
In concern for the folks yet to fall.


With conspiracy rumors to spread,
Trump’s viciously sick in the head.
His new tweeting low
Points to Joe Scarborough
And an intern who’s tragically dead.


We’ve read the quotes – his pivoting on China –
From touting friendship, deep respect, and praise,
To stern denouncing where blame squarely lays.
Yet fans of his say none could run things finer.

We’ve heard his lies, denial, passing blame,
And watched him golf as more things fall apart
Don’t like the facts? Just modify the chart.
And yet so many love him just the same.

We’ve seen his tweeted baseless accusations.
Fact checkers weary, can’t keep up the pace
With how he stoops to energize his base,
Our tragic bully laughingstock of nations.

That nauseating sickness that you feel
Reflecting on the person at the wheel.


black face in pavement
blue knee presses into neck
white hand in pocket


Goodbye Communist bureaucrats.
If I live, I will send my congrats.
Our country is saved.
Trump’s next term is paved
With the bodies of dead Democrats.


SpaceX may be launching today.
Hope the astronauts will be okay.
With our whole planet crumbling
And leadership bumbling,
Can you blame them for getting away?


Staring in shock at the wreck.
Injustice is stacking the deck.
America’s bleeding.
A madman is leading.
The tourniquet’s around the neck.