POTUS POOTS FORTH ANOTHER
“Wake up, Pop, you have to meet the press.”
“What is it this time? Why can’t I just tweet?”
“This Harvey thing’s too big. You have to meet.
And be careful not to look like you couldn’t care less.”
“Why don’t you go, Ivanka, in a slinky low-cut dress?
Distract ’em. Let your booty take the heat.”
“But you’ll be on TV, centre stage, comfy seat.”
“Well in that case … Oh no! Look! My hair’s a mess.”
Now he’s in make-up sat polishing his schtick
And figuring out ways he can stroll off with some big money.
“I’ll have him deported.” “I’ll make Mexico build a big wall.”
“I’ll nuke him.” “The bigger they are, the harder they fall.”
Trouble is while thousands are suffering yer bumpkin’s so thick
He thinks “this Harvey thing” is an invisible six-foot bunny.
NOTE Any prurient innuendo or double entendre is fully intentional.
We get the big picture
All cogs in a wheel
But exiled down here
Torn to pick sides
When push comes to shove
Comes time to choose
Self or other?
Greed or comradeship?
Trust or terror?
Clarity enwrapped in mist
Is in the wrong
Is all that’s left
A poor do at that
Left right, left right
Up, down, up down
Round and round
And round and round
And here we are again
And here we go again
RIGHT NOT RIGHT AT ALL
is at best
a mild form of
to the right