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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)

 

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!

 

 

 

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.

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