Four Political Poems
Michael A. Kroll
Humpty Trumpty, Nov. 2019
Humpty Trumpty has one hell of a gall
The tales he tells are more than just tall
He holds his deplorables in perpetual thrall
He loves nothing more than a political brawl
He thinks he is king though his hands are quite small
He demanded his quo in a now-famous call
He favors the rich while the rest of us crawl
He pads his own pockets & his kids’ one and all
He tells brown people to stay on their side of a wall
He wears his white power like a comforting shawl
He loves despots like Putin, el-Sisi, etc. et al
He laughs at the weak ‘cause his heart is AWOL
He sees every woman as if she were a doll
His minions in Congress all answer his call
He Tweets through the night, complete folderol
He dreams that Ray Cohn were his personal moll
Now all the king’s horses, and all the king’s men
Can not put the country together again
Banana Republicans, Dec., 2019
Got the impeachment blues, just want to cry
Watched every second, don’t ask me why
(I’d rather be in a deli eating a pastrami on rye,
Or maybe scrambled eggs with matzoh brei)
For Committee Republicans, Intelligence just doesn’t apply
(Devin Nunes drones on and on like a tse-tse fly;
Jim Jordon snarls his eye-popping Popeye;
The cowards understand “Under Oath” and they’re shy
Where’s Bolton, Mulvaney, Pompeo and Giulian(eye)?
Just Banana Republicans, my, oh my)
To the actual charges they cannot reply
“The phone call was perfect” – a perfect lie
Our President loves Putin but not our ally
Banana Republicans, they make me sigh
Every witness they hear they soon decry
There’s no conspiracy too stupid to try
(Is there anything that the 40 percent won’t buy?)
Corrupt acts they defend with some lame alibi
Whatever he does, they’ll defend to the sky
They wallow in mud – our country’s pig sty
But there’s one fact that no one can yet deny
(While the world consumes this American pie):
Our Bully-in-Chief cares just about “I”
(It’s small satisfaction, but impeachment is nigh)
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The Chosen One, Feb. 2020
At once I saw our country’s flaw:
“No one,” they said, “is above the law.”
But I am The Chosen One, like Iran’s great Shah.
Putting limits on me just got stuck in my craw.
So, like the great Mussolini, I just set my jaw,
Ripped up the Constitution like it was made of straw.
Old man Mueller tried to take me down. Oh, pshaw!
I got protection: Attorney General Bill (Humbug) Ba’.
The Dems’ attack? Effective as a swipe from a kitten’s paw:
Impeach me? So what? Turned out to be more blah blah blah.
My Senators kissed my ring; (and I’ll fix that traitor from Utah)
While I got to ogle my daughter, ooh la la,
Enjoy a hot massage in my Mar-a-Lago spa
Bought with money from my Nazi-loving Pa.
I raped The Court, so to its independence I can say, Ta Ta.
Those so-called Checks and Balances? I have the last Ha Ha.
My opposition’s splintered, each one hoping for at least a draw.
I destroyed the Biden boys, shredded them like paper with a table saw.
And now what? Now who? Pocahontas? Klobuchar? The gay guy? Nah!
With Russia’s help, I’m a cheerleader for Bernie. You go, boy! Rah Rah!
While my gun-toting minions scream out my praises, Hosanná!
And those Evangelical Christian adore me, singing Hallelujáh!
It’s all but over, I’m in control; it’s all me now, me and my megalomaniá!
Today, like every day, I looked in the mirror, and liked what I saw:
Behold my utter splendor, regard me in utter awe!
I am, at last, The King of America – L’etat C’est Moi!
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Biden
July 3, 2024
Yeah. He’s the one we got
And the situation’s fraught
But the other guy is bought
And the rest of us are caught
Between charlatan and dimming Watt
But even dimmed, his wisdom’s sought
What is our debt? He’s done a lot
Do we want “what is” or “what ought”?
On the other side, he smells of rot!
The Mussolini wannabe, only he’s not
A bloated loser, never had to sleep on a cot
A con man sneering from the comfort of his yacht
To think of him as President, my stomach is a knot
And so, it’s all on you, Joe. You’re the only one we got.