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Автор: Scott Johnson
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we cherish the memory of gentle George Floyd

      as equity is our goal with the replenishment of resistance.

      Our Prez is pronouncing his decrees and is thoroughly devoid

      of sensitivity confirming the protesters are without perspective.

      Spewing falsehoods meaning they have developed obscured virtues

      with distorted facts purging history disfigured beyond recognizance.

      Incessantly undermining the reformation of our concepts we pursue

      the acknowledgement of our hopes with dignity irrespective

      of being second-class in the eyes of corruption and dissonance.

      He insists on clamoring constantly ridiculing the youth with abstruse

      comments about even children being taught hatred with a semblance

      of overriding unpatriotic tendencies acting like brainwashed humanoids.

      Even substituting decency asserting the street crowd has destroyed

      and defiled the American heritage which is wholeheartedly unsuitable.

      Your critiques of 80 percent of your citizens will bring the remembrance

      of witness intimidation, you screaming hoax and all your absurd decoys.

      Shaking down like a mobster your Ukrainian colleague is irretrievable

      with an unfortunate whistle-blower and the firing all you did employ.

      Unhinged asking Jinping for assistance in your reelection with residuals

      in your failed trade deal with a Mexican wall with a cage and female toys.

      Soon the day will arrive announcing your disposal with no tangible

      escape as SCOTUS orders you in hand-cuffs for your evil finance.

      Your skeletons in the cellar will resurrect with books you can’t avoid

      explaining your complicity enabling the resolution of a heavy ordinance.

      Unambiguously you will be treated justly like a meandering anthropoid

      searching for a comfortable incarceration forlorn without extravagance.

      Then your jargon will be swallowed and realized as contemptible

      leaving your fate in a shambles being despised in discountenance.

      22

       General „Ducky“ Custer

      Our wartime Prez has his hands full lying like a equivocator

      Hiding behind his desk while subtracting with his calculator

      Calling out a female reporter with an abacus and a question

      barking with indignity leaving the stage with indigestion.

      Losing hope as the Native Americans express their outrage

      remembering the Battle of Greasy Grass as we turn the page.

      Trying to force the issue by opening up the sultry south

      nonetheless the Alamo has left him with a cottonmouth.

      Still claiming he's barricaded the borders to make us sure

      while the hidden enemy is lurking underneath his furniture.

      His doctors and professionals have decided to quarantine

      keeping away from embarrassment and his sickening scene.

      The senate has listened to their very unambiguous statements

      while his other enemy is sheltering in his modern basement.

      Blustering about testing although many soldiers all hang dry

      waiting for a special czar to shout his orders made to mortify.

      Our general's ears are stuffed full with some Quaker's oats

      as he crosses the Delaware waving at the navy's rescue boats.

      Thinking he is exempt protected by the constitution

      which he has never read bringing all in convolution.

      As he was a private he was honored a silver spoon

      notwithstanding he has never become much of a tycoon.

      Forthcoming is knowledge of his massive foreign debts

      while the Chinamen have him hiding in his silhouette.

      Wondering whether Kim is still threatening with a bomb

      Secretly chatting with Salman of Saudi with a sweet salaam

      Claiming that Obamagate was a most miserable unethical scam

      only to distract his base who scream in disbelief "God Damn".

      Now he's hiding in the bushes while Crazy Horse does prepare

      to yank down his pants as Sitting Bull blocks the thoroughfare.

      Caught helpless in a valley of gorgeous fields of columbine

      trying to wash the Sioux's faces with some borrowed turpentine.

      Surrounded on the hillside by a regiment of angry Cheyenne

      our wartime Prez is outnumbered and being called a charlatan.

      Dipping into his pockets spending only his smaller change

      ranting deliriously stirring dust acting absurdly deranged.

      As the unseen thief of life takes on its next feeble victim

      Ducky quacks another falsehood selling it as a dictum.

      Imagining he can win an election simply with economics

      averting attention away from others totally autonomic.

      His polls are falling into a cellar where he may not recover

      He should find recluse with Melania, his haughty Slavic lover.

      Time will tell if he repeats this evil old hapless Custer

      known for Custer's last stand as he tried a failed filibuster.

      Mournfully aching showing no recognizable emotion

      playing the bully while the Supreme Court is in motion.

      He plays Paul Bunyan lumberjacking chopping with multiple axes

      as Congress goes at him again because of his most private taxes.

      So we end this parody with a remembrance of exaggeration

      which reaches the GOP as it stumbles in total exasperation.

      23

       Nastily Narcissitic

      Looking in the mirror until your ears are profusely bleeding

      Forthcoming is denunciation with some horrific proceedings

      Avoiding condemnation is a pipe-dream left in your pageants

      There will be little doubt of your contrition or congress’ malcontents

      Lost in the clouds with your undeviatingly hideous fascistic remarks

      Never perturbing the party’s base while leaving them in the dark

      Completely illogically twisting reality with a grimace and a frown

      Laughing like a scarecrow, your profession should have been a clown

      Nonetheless your rhetoric elicits only a sarcastically somber laugh

      Teaching your brainless simpletons to worship the golden calf

      Sneering at all decency and conjuring up an unbelievable fable

      Bringing