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Автор: Scott Johnson
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missing the notice of the intel reported

      needn’t bring a response this contorted.

      Forgetfulness is here fully generously forgiven

      yet the facts are contradictory and forbidden.

      Bounties on the heads of his poor soldiers

      must be weight upon his shrugging shoulders.

      Still we have the horrifically deafening silence

      making excuses of full arrogance and compliance

      Our Vesuvius is full of his molten lava

      singing a version of Al Hirt’s joyous Java.

      Claiming we responded with absolute fervor

      responsible for each separate Taliban observer.

      One tenth of a mill for a corpse in plastic

      chewing gum with his grins quite spastic.

      The dereliction of the most serious duty

      has a Prez sitting upon his proverbial bootie.

      Filled with an appalling blatant hypocrisy

      while saluting the air force with his autocracy.

      Risking a graduation for future officers

      playing the elegant maskless philosopher.

      Jubilating the army and the State of the union

      while jabbering foolishly like a stinking onion.

      Recklessly exemplifying a rowdy racketeer

      trying to praise our confederate pioneers.

      Now Manhattan will paint on Fifth Avenue

      Black Life Matters, a reckoning quite overdue.

      How can our Prez look any servicemen in the eye

      when his betrayal are actions he cannot deny?

      Shame on your ignorance but we have facts

      inaction deserves a whack on your sacroiliac.

      Actually your lawless creepy Attorney General

      should prepare a coffin for your ultimate burial.

      Letting your deplorable traitors run wild and free

      is an insult to justice and common decency.

      Many processes are under the rug and looming

      SCOTUS will take care of your irrevocable dooming.

      Your Press chic is a cute little Irish Catholic girl

      speaking falsehoods as far as God Atlas can hurl.

      Mike says we knew the credibility of the threat

      hence the executive branch in total obvious debt.

      Aware of the sickening plot of buddy Vladimir

      has him frozen speechless gazing in the mirror.

      One scandal to bury another still in the bloody bush

      while the Afghanis are concocting the next ambush.

      Hidden in their Earth is an unbelievable wealth

      being slowly removed for western financial stealth.

      The meddling of Congress was shortly in question

      as the country’s servants are waiting for resurrection.

      We must take the Prez by the ear for accountability

      cowering to adversaries with his flagrant ineptability.

      Maybe he truly never heard the screaming warning

      yet I must inquire we now stop this brutal mourning.

      The info has arrived on his desk in the Oval Office.

      If he asks aggressively why this will surely suffice.

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       Here’s Donnie

      What is the moral of this comical fable?

      We have chosen a jester who is neither trained nor able.

      He picked up quickly a quaint little “Milliardy”

      and wasn’t very punctual, but foolhardy and tardy.

      An absolute nincompoop and clumsy of foot

      Very greasy and unkempt, full of rubbish and soot

      Totally narcissistic with his nasty manners so sarcastic

      A complete loser brownnosing the rich and cynic

      Weak of speech, utterly dumb confused and illiterate

      He stumbles over his words, ooing and ahing like an idiot

      Bringing it all on the table his proposals so horrific

      Lost his bloody mind and falsely supervised a clinic

      Lord! Help us if he decides to get any meaner

      We have the People’s Watch who register his demeanor

      Such an atrocious calamity of absurd inexperience

      The general prognosis is manipulation as his final preference.

      Dumbfounded and permanently scratching our heads

      I think we will pray to the angels pleasantly instead.

      I’m sorry for my disconcerted complaintive temperament

      I will impart my statements and glorify their content.

      He concocted a brand new recipe for his side-show regalia

      He was inducted in the Hall of Fame of bigtime Wrestling mania!

      He was overwhelmed with female charm but not a macho gent

      He was acclaimed as superlative for all the Beauty Pageants.

      He displayed his feistiness as a boss, the master of apprentices

      by firing the inept with a cigar in his mouth which he gladly practices.

      If building square boxes wasn’t enough he chose helping models.

      Surrounding himself with women was once again not so novel.

      Then riding the apocalyptic horse with the old rightwing boy named Bannon

      caused him some indigestion while he looked into the nasty cannon.

      Then we all were shocked at his at the support of David Duke

      with white supremacy as the theme it was never a fluke.

      Standing in the south with all levers screwed in as planned

      and shamefully scoffing the NAACP with the Ku Klux Klan.

      Ouch a slap in the face for the liberal doorkeeper’s scheme

      with the deposing of Bernie ruining the American dream.

      Ridden with falseness and unauthenticity he picked apart

      the weaknesses which were plentiful from the start.

      With all our glaciers melting he says it is a farce

      Claiming that the world’s not warmer his arguments are sparse.

      Looking for amazing truths which he reflects out loud

      by stripping apart the mistakes and clearing up the clouds.

      Hallelujah he won on the day the wall came down

      Leaving a ripple in the crease of his trousers downtown

      He curls his fingers expressing his two bits like a troubadour

      Of course he will continue are ignoble perpetual