It's Christmastime
in Trumplandia.
The halls are decked
with boughs of folly,
Ol' Frosty the
Snowman is melting,
And sleigh bells are
sounding melancholy.
The president has an
abundance of hassles:
Ongoing
investigations,
Failed attempts at
accomplishments,
Embarrassments, and
accusations.
He believes his
supporting staff
Will help him work
out all the kinks
And claims he's the
favorite president!
Something is rotten
in DC, methinks.
Wondering why he
can't wield
More power, he
disdains
Anyone who makes an
attempt
To open his eyes or
pull on his reins.
He'll pick a fight
with anyone
Who doesn't give him
flattery or praise.
Many devoted staff and supporters
Apparently share the
leader's malaise.
Not trusting true
experts,
He looks elsewhere
for his muse:
At Alex Jones,
Hannity,
Or the vicious harpy
who haunts Fox News.
He says he hires
the best people--
Not!--and knows
what's best for the nation.
He's backing a
candidate for the Senate
Who's been accused
of child molestation.
His organization is
raking in dough,
While Trump insists
he's breaking no laws.
Why not follow the
foreign money?
And what about the
emoluments clause?
His favorite world
leaders are
Autocrats who aren't
so pleasant.
Their mutual
butt-kissing will have to
Be their mutual
Christmas present.
Santa Trump and his
elves in Congress
Are working together
in order to dole
Tax breaks out to
the wealthiest, while
The rest of us will
end up with coal.
Chestnuts won't be
roasting on
An open fire this
year. No way!
Our winter
wonderland's become
A messy winter
holiday.
(11-28-17) By Bob B
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