It's as black
as Lucifer's cauldron,
on dark Sabbath nights,

a pitiless profound silence,
a pit of atrocious vacuous horror,
a midnight chasm full fathoms deep,

where thoughts echo endlessly
to eventually flutter like
an errant vulture's soft down,
into that inky blackness
that is the centre
of his soul.

Which is why he needs
monogrammed towels
in his golden bathroom,
for those days
when he just
cannot recall
exactly who
or what
he is.

Oh yes ...
no its true,
******* & dancin' at Studio 54,
just like a jungle patrol with ever present
chance of immediate death
or dreadful injury
from claymore mines
or ****-smeared
bunji sticks,
or a bullet from nowhere
that shatters your head
and leaves your brains
all over
the man
behind you.

Oh yes ...
no really,
seducing an upcoming starlet
in his luxury pad,
well its just like
coming across
the charred
remains of
napalmed children,
weeping mothers
shell-shocked granmas,
no! ... it is!

Oh yes ...
seriously,
dining on rare steaks,
lobster & caviar
in his effort to
impress and
get a piece,
is just like
cold rations,
wet clothes,
leeches,
& festering
oozing wounds.

Oh yes ...
uh huh fa sure,
Trump's New York days
compare so well
to 58,000 U.S dead
and oh yes,
several million Vietnamese,
bombed,
shot,
obliterated,
incinerated.

Oh yes.
Donald J. Trump,
had it hard,
by God
he did.

Flem went to Washington
riding the tattered coat-tails
of those high-falutin’
swamp-drainers,
who offered him work,
Treasury Department,
carried 51-50
Pence tie-breaking,
by golly yes.

Mink tagged along
surprising the clan
with his tact
& diplomacy
best behavior
and all …
Health &
Human Services
became his.

Ike wasn’t to be
left out,
just rollin’ on
in there,
all a tootin’
& a hollerin’
… Department
of the Interior,
by sheer force
of charm.

Launcelot,
oh Launcelot!
high hopes
had Launcelot,
but he settled
for Ambassador
to China,
loving the food,
& the old wall,
& all.
I.O. …
son *****
I.O. …
Well he gained
immediate traction,
and just
a bamboozled
his way to
Secretary of Agriculture,
mighty proud
he was too,

Eula,
poor Eula,
well along she rode
guarding the
pots and pans
and milk crates
stacked in the back
of the old jalopy,
& carefully took
a simple pride
in White House
decorating.

Flem had some boys
come around
first day
& made some
handshakes on the
best paintings,
so there was
plenty of
wall space
for Eula
to work with,

oh lord yes
the family
had arrived.

I love the Muppets
I really do,
so it pains me
just a little
to observe that
Jeffrey Lord on CNN
looks like one.

I see him as one
of the old guys
in the theatre box,
but this chaps all
smug & self-satisfied
& so all wisdom-like,
when in fact
his head is
up his Muppet ***.

Kellyanne Conway too,
she's Muppetesque,
with her death-skull smirk
her so-sure inane chatter,
she gives the impression
of all-knowing wisdom
with her condescension,
her weaves and bobs,

Stephen Miller too
all sounding that Trumpet,
seeming born fully-formed
in a cheap shiny suit,
balding already,
& so, so bitter,
after having
surrendered
his lunch money
first day of school.

If the Muppets
had an episode
produced in Hades,
these unpleasant folks
could take centre stage,
as Satan's minions
grimaced & smirked
in the stalls,

& Lucifer himself
led the applause
as the Trumpeters
bowed centre stage
amidst an odorous
sulphorous stink,
& a rapturous cacophony
of beating wings
& shiny scraping claws.

'Trump pledges to unite 'divided country' after African-American history museum visit.'

Oh rich
so, so rich,
the kind of headline
shattering the morning
calm and leading you to
one more cup of tea because
once again this President just
about takes the biscuit.

You need reminding,
shall I remind you all,
"Why doesn't he show
his birth certificate?"
oh yes, there's a start,
"Now somebody told me
where it says Religion ...
it might have Muslim."
oh yes
there's that too.

"An 'extremely credible source' has
called my office and told me that
@BarackObama's birth certificate
is a fraud."
There! ... No more is needed to highlight
the deep, deep racism
this ignorant, lying,
self-serving, divisive man
peddled from dawn till dusk
from the year 2012 through 2016,
taking from the first Black President
of these here States
the very legitimacy
he then stood
upon.

This man!
This man visits the African-American
History Museum & ladles his out deeply
hypocritical nonsense about
unity & respect.

The African-American History Museum!

48 Jewish Community
Centers in 26 states
received nearly 60
bomb threats in
January 2017
alone.
"It's horrible and
it has to stop."
he finally said,
about a week
after he was first
asked about it
and replied,
"It's not a fair question."

What is a fair question Trump?
Your answer to whether
you'd condemn the KKK,
"I don't know anything
about David Duke, Ok?"
followed by ...
"I don't know anything
about white supremacy"
really Trump,
is that so?

Yet you read their twitter
feeds & pass-on their
statistics & such from
the likes of JewAmerica
& White Genocide.

Too of course there's
Breitbart News,
'Deport All Muslims'
& 'Hoist it High & Proud,
the Confederate flag'
that Breitbart News,
Bannon's
Breitbart News.

& "Hail Trump, Hail Victory."
came the call that day,
from the cream of
the supremacist
crop that you nodded
at, whistled so softly
to, courted really,
truth be told.
Anti-semitism?
"One of my favourite
daughters is Jewish."
She is.

So I love
those Jews,
I really, really do.

Mr. Gene Huber,
salutes a 6 foot cardboard
box painted like Trump
every single day
of his life on earth,

& gives sincere thanks
to the Lord Above
for this splendid gift
this heavenly avatar
descended amongst us.

Mr. Gene Huber
loves President Trump,
loves him deeply
veritably weeps upon
meeting him,
& Trump whispers
back that love,
all thankyou's &
laying-on-of-hands
like.

He believes all his President
declares as true,
won't consider
contradictions,
all evidence,
any supposed learned word.

Mr. Gene Huber believes
this snake-oil salesman
speaks for him,
will fight for him,
cares about him,
& nothing,
absolutely nothing,
this charlatan says
or has done,
or pretends to have done,
or is found out
not to have done,
makes one half-pence
of difference.

This an adulation in a
near religious sense,
this is the masses & Mao,
this is the people
& Benito,
the children & Moses.

This is every
flawed & human
guru & rabble-rouser
ever to walk this
green, green
earth.

This is a cipher,
a vessel for hopes,
dreams & simple answers,
a man who points
to an enemy
a target for your failures,
to explain your losses,
life's roadblocks,
declare without hesitation
the answers,
the way forward
to that glorious kingdom
to come.

Mr. Gene Huber
is only human,
after all,
& I guess
we feel for him,
but a man who salutes
a 6 foot cardboard image
frightens me
in more ways
than one,
of that
I have
no doubt.