Poetry by A. H. Scott, Copyright 2017
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Art Work by Dean Rosensweig, Copyright 2017
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TRUSTWORTHINESS
Come one, come all!
Step Up! Step Up!
Behind this curtain, you’ll see things you could never imagine
Just a plug nickel for the ride of your life
Boyz! Girlz! Take a chance!
Come on inside – if you dare
No need to push or cut in the line
There is more than enough time
That’s it! That’s it!
Right this way is the main attraction
Center ring is his and his alone
It’s Trumpo the Liar!
Oh, yes, there he is in all his bombastic glory
Trumpo proclaims, “How do I love ME?”
His groveling chorus in the adjoining ring sings, “In a billion ways!”
Dancing girls may be nice
But, under this big top, another type of animal will suffice
It’s the dancing bear and his name is Vladimir
Brush away the questions of fondness and affection
Don’t be so cynical about the obvious deception
Trumpo tramples everything in his wake
Yet, the truth has become a Weeble that wobbles, as he motions deftly with a head fake
Trumpo the Liar is a marathon man
He’s gonna milk these four years the best he can
Every drop’s going into the Trump family’s golden pot
Emoluments’ clause is a figment of bubbles that shall pop
Turning the blind eye on this hustle comes from the top
Jeffy from ‘Bama holdin’ it down as Trumpo’s AG
Sessions smiles, “I’m not a liar, because you can trust li’l ol’ me”
Trumpo has faith that Jeffy will stay the course
Under Trumpo’s tent, nobody has remorse
Taking an oath don’t mean a damn thing
Once you snag that hallowed position, the hook is affixed in stone
Unless some bottom feeder has a videotape of Trumpo or Jeffy screwin’ an ice cream cone
But, even then, it doesn’t matter
Trumpo’s resiliency seems to be an impregnable porcelain pig which isn’t going to shatter
Chorus of the sycophants is now complete
Jeffy, Steve and Sean all start to hum
But, we all can’t forget the coarse counselor of batting lashes, Ms. Kellyanne
Pity the tune they sing is far from the Brotherhood of Man
“United We Stand, Divided We Fall!”
From Trumpo’s tantrums, that melody of humanity is nowhere in sight
Even the most ardent optimist feels a pang of plight
Nighty-night! Nighty-night!
The show is over, boyz and girlz!
Run quickly from this locale of Trumpo the Liar and get out into the world
Turn on your bullhorns and proudly speak the truth, “He is a LIAR!”
Normal this ain’t
And, we mustn’t make it so
More of his talking and tweeting is a furious punching of lower and lower blows
Trumpo the Liar only now needs is a big red nose
Clown in Chief
Democracy in Grief
Trumpo the Liar shall persist
Yet, the clarion call for truth shall always insist
One word for humanity is, “RESIST! RESIST! RESIST!”
A.H. Scott
3/4/17
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About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and frequent contributor to Tony Ward Studio. To read additional articles by A. H. Scott, go here: https://tonywardstudio.com/blog/h-scott-much-spank/