The mirror is a farce, a myth, a crook Look. Really! Our reflection is always exposed to our imaginative creations, concoctions, and corrosions. There is power in a refraction. See whatever you want coz wer all blind anyway.
Its never my intention to settle down. Always a crook more than a clown. I look into your eyes and find they are forever friendly. Going down the road. Wherever you send me.
The real injustice is when justice wins and locks you up instead of settling sins. Where to begin? Even those who claim to be holy said we're born into sin.
Those who really know me would say "Personality is a thing to weigh and then be pinned up" when sin is not enough. Forever grateful. Then walk on along your way… smashing the grape bowl. Into wine, I find we have a more pleasant conversation.
Imagine this while we kiss, a moment of blissful sensation. You're on the planet of misfit toys.
Meanwhile this guy is happy with his new Rolls Royce. So happy he might as well rejoice. Well guess what? Its not a choice. Not an option. You must go about your day. Til death pops in. You see we're all just locked into fate and settling down is just a wait...
Instead you do something about it. Rock your head… invest your wit. Set fire to an entire island. Have a fit. Don't address the silence and the silence wins.
You cringeworthy, evil pismire; Your father did surely miss-sire This personification of flatulence, The embodiment of self importance Overflowing with abject peccancy Devoid of any sign of respectability Replete with gross odoriferousness Horribly and infamously unscrupulous.
You have reveled in misrepresentation And tried to elevate your calumniation Disinformation and deception exists As capitalistic dissembling persists. You’ve collected an evil government Built mostly of human excrement And have such a lack of veracity That you speak in constant mendacity.
Sycophantic eructations of dogmatic bile Issue from your unsympathetic smile And your inauthentic glad-handed gropes As if we all of us are unbright gullible dopes That buy your fabrications completely While you pilfer and prevaricate indiscreetly. You are a Vaudevillian villain miscast as star, But most of us know exactly what you are.
Deceit, deception, dishonesty; a tragedy But not for you, for us and our country. Distortion, evasion and fabrication the rules; You despair of any other kinds of tools. Falsehoods, fictions and forgery are your tricks. You demand we build with straw-less bricks Your erections that are planned to be palaces Filled with your giant golden carved phalluses.
Those monuments, inanotomically correct, Established to celebrate and somehow protect A mountebank on the way to an overseas bank Claiming to eradicate the scoria he creates That decades of privation will not quite alleviate. But you, the Great Prevaricator, will always blame Other players in your sick, unconstitutional game Instead of admitting your complicity and guilt About the disgusting, putrid swamp you built.
Donald Twittler, not a pretty picture Sees himself as some kind of king. Makes constant promises, Doesn’t know what integrity is, His word really doesn’t mean a thing. Donald Twittler reveres Adolf ****** Wants a Nuremberg rally of his own. He craves mass adulation From a battered nation From the mistakes that are his alone.
Donald Twittler phones from the ******* Rages online in the middle of the night. Each complaint anyone makes He claims they’re all fakes As if he's ever known wrong from right. Donald Twittler, the personification of a drifter, Has no relationship with the truth at all. Don’t bother asking why; He’s the best his Dad could buy, And he’s never had to be on the ball.
Donald Twittler, a slimy sort of critter Gets climaxes from national attention. He has never had morals; Buys his way out of quarrels, If he had a soul it’s far beyond redemption. Donald Twittler, thinks he’s better than ****** And we should all kiss his big fat ***. More than half of us disagree And urge him to quickly flee Because most of us would just as soon pass.
I survived K-12 schooling I read and researched a lot I went to political meetings I investigated social ***. I met with some politicians And then sterilized my hands. Anyone who has ever met them Will instantly understand.
Then an idiot ran for office And I told myself he wouldn’t win And that was when I wanted The Big Do-Over to begin. Because that idiot was picked To be the Mutton In Chief When it was widely known He was a serial adulterer, liar, Cheater, embezzler and thief.
He immediately set about Instilling high dollar nepotism By using his offsprings as proxies And promulgating social schism. He thinks he is the role model Everyone else should follow When someone else talks like that, He finds them hard to swallow.
All he really wants is worship Because he thinks he’s a god. He doesn’t recognize he is crazy, He can’t see his behavior as odd. He’s the modern-day Caligula, But he won't accept that of course, Even though he has appointed Crooks that are the back of a horse.
So, let’s have a do-over now! Let's put someone trained in place Of an overdress orangutan With an big fat orange face. Let’s put someone in there That is and intelligent human. Oh, I have an idea, everyone. Let’s elect to the job a woman!