Liar! Liar!

with apologies to William Blake

Liar! Liar! orange bright,
Beacon for the ultra right,
What immodest boast or lie
Could TRUMP your own mendacity?

On what distant golf-course green
Did you learn to strut & preen?
Whence the bragging? Whence the bile?
Whence that vain & faux hairstyle?

And what migrant plea or groan,
Could hope to crack your heart of stone?
And when your tiny brain goes live
How can common sense survive?

Putin’s creature? Wall Street’s tool?
Or just a pussy-grabbing fool?
Will claiming it in every tweet
Ever make your shit smell sweet?

You put all heaven in a rage,
Keeping babies in a cage!
Sexist! Racist! Half-insane!
Führer of your country’s pain!

Off to Florida you go
With your Stepford wife in tow,
Shoot the breeze & play some holes,
Forget about the melting poles.

The seas may rise, the skies may drop,
To you, the pole’s a strip-joint prop.
You’ll rue the climate smarts you lack
When that breeze starts shooting back.

Is that a Bible in your paw?
Would you besmirch all faith & law?
Do you believe a prophet’s look
Can mask the profiteering crook?

Now thousands die & nations grieve,
Still you bluster & deceive,
Spouting twenty thousand lies
That bolster COVID’s deadly rise.

Your mother groan’d! Your father wept!
To raise a leader so inept!
Who stokes white hate & stirs white fear,
Who treats Black lives as just small beer.

Now the stars in horror shrink
From the depths to which you sink.
Your white supremacy appalls,
And runs in blood down White House walls.

So re-election’s all you craved,
With COVID filling every grave?
And now you’ve lost, you sulk & flounce,
As if your ego’s all that counts?

Sack him! Sack her! Take no blame!
Throw a tantrum, stare down shame.
Raving as you lose your grip,
Like Ahab on his sinking ship.

And now you’re desperate for Plan B,
Let loose the dogs of anarchy—
Civil war? Or nuke Iran?
Apocalypse – is that your plan?

You’d rain down chaos to escape
Standing trial for fraud & rape?
Afraid some youthful porn star’s curse
Might further blight your marriage hearse?

You’ve tainted and defiled so much,
Democracy shrinks from your touch.
Now your fate looks less than swell —
To rot in gaol, then burn in Hell!

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© Graham Lock

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