Is he Don the Con?
Or, can it possibly be,
The Lord of the Lies?
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The Swamp Whale
Fun in Slow Motion
Mozart’s Divertimento No.15 – adagio
Time to reflect on
the situation at hand.
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It’s Lunchtime
Mysteries of Bristol
SwampKing Fool
SWAMPKING FOOL
SwampKing Donald is a juvenile fool
And a narcissist fool is he
He called or the mole and he upped his hype
And he called for his liars three
Conway, Spicer and Mr. Page
All responded to the call
They told him Donald now get ready
You’re headed for a fall.
Said swampking Donald all I really want to know
Who is leaking all the stuff?
Don’t they understand that to tell the truth?
Simply makes the going tough.
I know eleven million is a huge weekly expense
But I don’t make the deals, blame it on Mike Pence.
The Secret Service loves me I think they are fine
But I am the POTUS so I don’t need to toe the line
I do not like Camp David it’s not my idea of fun
I prefer my Mar a Lago in the Florida Sun.
Without my weekly dose of sun I have to use the spray
The bottle says it’s Coppertone But it’s orange they all say.
Swampking Donald’s job is tough something he had not reckoned
The GOP is party first, the country comes in second
His plan to make America great again has no place at all
The principle will lie buried beneath his shameful wall.
Swampking Donald is very proud to be the Armed Forces C-in-C
But a rightwing Bannon puppet is all that he will be.
David Horowitz is his mentor, a huge amount of work
Especially when mentoring someone who is berserk
Mad as a hatter and a schoolyard bully to boot
To hell with tact and protocol he doesn’t give a hoot
What led to all his madness nothing has been said
Maybe his mother dropped him as a baby on his head
Some Northern states have lakes
Complete with native Loons
Swampking Donald’s asylum
Is staffed with hapless goons
Enough, enough I’ve had my say
I’ll put my pencil down
And think about tomorrow
And what I’ll write about this clown.
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Camp Chaos
CAMP CHAOS
To preserve my waning sanity, I took a little break
To sort out what news is true and which of it is fake.
The goings-on at Camp Chaos are running full amok
Even the inner sanctum it seems are learning how to duck
Sessions knows the truth and has himself recused
From looking into matters of which Trumpty’s been accused
The whole lot lie, like a rug upon the floor
No real news we hear just lies and lies galore
“I don’t know” “I can’t recall” “much more I cannot say”
All of them it seems are in SwampKing Donald’s pay
It seems like SwampKing Donald flew into a rage
When his staffers told him, he’s on a different page.
Bannon threw his arms up, poking at the air
While Spicer and Ms. Conway alternative facts did share.
Trump Tower wires were tapped is Trumpty’s latest tweeting
Completely unsupported to distract from Russian meetings
Swampking Donald’s madness is like that of George the third
But George he was quite cuckoo and Trumpty’s just absurd.
Thinks that he can govern by Executive Order alone
What he needs is leadership to really set the tone.
He’s made us just a laughing stock; kids snicker they’re not fools
They dread the wealthy moron he put in charge of all our schools.
He wants to get more nukes and planes and ships as well
SALT treaty be damned, he’ll lead us all to hell
He thrives on megalomania a big dose every day
And sycophantic yes-men who round him like to play
They can’t stand up to Trumpty and tell him he’s not cool
They’ll all stand by in silence while he acts just like a fool
He likes to go to Florida each weekend just to play
The Eleven million that it costs, we taxpayers have to pay
Some say he spent already what took Obama seven years to do
Bestowing his largesse upon his favorite few
They are mostly family, to us a huge expense
You wouldn’t mind so much If Trumpty made some sense.
Last weekend he had to go, go there all alone
The only things he likes to pack, his phone and orange comb
Oh! And don’t forget the glue that keeps his wig on straight
He saves his old toupees they say to use as fishing bait
He likes to golf in Florida and hit those little balls
It’s his escape from governing between his business calls.
I still don’t understand what his followers hope to gain
Have they not yet realized the man his quite insane
He has no self-control and lives in fantasy
Tweeting out old news he’s seen on channel three
He does not stick to facts; relies on tabloid news
He loves when he finds something that he can use
It does not matter if it’s old or from another year
He tweets it out, a constant stream like he’s chugging beer.
Ah well enough! My hair is turning grey.
I’ll have to take another rest though I have much more to say
I guess I won’t be finished until Trumpty’s done and gone
Perhaps he’ll be impeached for such a massive con.
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decorator’s nightmare
Spring cleaning (my draft box)
Not enough paste used.
The wall-paper all came off.
Resizing needed.
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The Press Conference
THE PRESS CONFERENCE
On Thursday Trumpty met with the press
His erratic ramblings however, a mess.
His White House he claims is a fine tuned machine
He’s been drinking his bathwater or else in a dream.
Trumpty is mad, as in insane
His remarks and his lies incredibly inane
And day after day his so-called facts they get more wrong
His nose if you’ve noticed, increasingly long
Soon it will be a Trump Tower on his face
A tower going sideways and quite out of place.
Trumpty’s a fumbler, doesn’t know what he doing
He should go to his window and hear them all booing.
His public attempts at being sincere
Are so patently false and it is unclear
Exactly what he hopes to achieve
Maybe a rabbit from out of his sleeve
A look at some he wants on his cabinet staff
Their qualifications make us all laugh.
What a bellicose fellow he turns out to be
Talk about blowing up Russian ships out at sea
He thinks like a bully and that thinking is poor
Maybe he wants to take us to war.
And what’s with his meeting at his seaside resort
He’ll complain if the press makes a report
Claiming it’s just news that is fake
He’ll say all he was doing, was eating a steak.
With his new found friend all the way from the East
Sharing a meal at a movable feast.
As for questions it seems he picks and he chooses
But none of them about hot Russian Floozies.
He does not wait till the question’s been asked
But starts to answer too soon and too fast.
It’s rude of him to say the least
Perhaps he’s in hurry to return to his feast
The White House it seems has become quite a bore
He prefers his play-pen on the Florida shore.
Pity it’s not at a Marine World park
Where there he could be eaten by a terrorist shark.
Fa - the Green Dragon 
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