Dump the Trump

is the trumpster scary

let's take a poll

thing he most resembles

most say an A-Hole!

but is that really scary

thing monsters are made

the trumpster's a master

we're all being played

wait, did I hear racist

that dog whistle howls

white supremacist groups

"never heard of em", he scowls

this dude is like Teflon

doesn't matter what he says

any group's worth offending

Women, Indians and Gays

thank god he's non violent

attracts a pacifist crowd

whose brown shirts and white sheets

do their daddy's proud!

so, yeah maybe he's scary

let's take a poll

Who's voting for Donald

now who's the asshole!

Sum Bitches

Raised and succored by the radiant afterglow of the New Deal and the unprecedented use of Keynesian economics the American people attained a standard of living that was, then, unprecedented in human history. This rapid elevation though amazing was never consolidated, which left exposed our rather large and soft underbelly. Never missing an opportunity the minions of mayhem soon  attacked the weak spots and pledged to end this rampant prosperity. The ensuing battles have taken decades, resulting in a slow but unmistakable slide towards perdition. The Arsenal of Greed is unflinching in its desire to destroy the middle class using any and all means possible. The endless repetition and defilement of our political system has left us inured to viscous, dehumanizing acts. In essence we've all been gang banged!!

fartest longer

fartest longer's a simple man, from a simple place

who only enjoys, one simple thing, he likes to stuff his face

a sunny day it happened, cheap endless Chinese buffet

fartest longer wandered in and stayed the whole long day  

massive, mammoth, monstrous, copious amounts of food

that cause interminable eruptions, which are uncommonly rude

it's not melodious, no not at all, it's more a raucous sound

and it's not the odor nor the stench, it's the length that is profound

the egg rolls, the wantons, the funky egg foo young

twenty, thirty minutes pass, his flatulence just begun

he just keeps on munching, the owner's sad, he let him in

fartest longer's an eating machine, with an indefatigable wind

con men

what illness this

this wasting disease

slowly digesting

a snake eating it's tail

swallowing us all

in vapid stupidity

embracing failure

promoting illusion

cloaked in fraud

chicanery personified

Conservative Con Men

those paragons of virtue

pillars of the community

outsourcers of jobs

pillagers of the public trust

scions of moral authority

ignorers of truth and reason

Virtuous Con Men

sanctified by religious authority

embraced by the masses

an ignorant flock of sheep

such diligent voters

blind allegiance devotion

suckers pure and simple

Fartest Prouder

Fartest Prouder smiles as he steps aboard the bus

While deep inside his innards slowly begin to fuss

An unbelievable mixture from many a foreign land

A very bad food pyramid that always works as planned

An indistinct low rumble as the gaseous emulsions coalesce

Their sudden introduction is bound to cause duress

The unsuspecting patrons on the city’s double red blue line

Are about to experience something that will forever scar their mind

Fartest Prouder winces as he bends over double in the middle

Like an ancient octogenarian that’s trying to play the fiddle

A sound of such proportion almost primeval in its scope

Makes all of those that hear it suddenly abandon hope

An amorphous miasma wafts a most sickening smell

Makes a priest in the back think immediately of Hell

And up in the front a girl screams for her mother

As the air is displaced and they all start to smother

The bus driver’s dazed but quickly recovers his senses

But not before crushing three empty wooden park benches

Fartest Prouder grins, a look of pure rapturous joy
and remembers with great fondness, he's mothers favorite boy

There really is a lesser of two evils

it's Bernie Sanders 

not Colonel Sanders

you blathering buffoon

he doesn't cook chickens

he calls them out

plucks their feathers

their lies naked 

to the world

it's beautiful really

a campaign symphony

roiling for change

this symphony 

needs a chorus

if everyone could just

Feel the Bern!!

are you worried

possibly terrified

flutter in your gut

fear in the distance

bearing down

bereft of soul

covered in hair

beseech your heavens

pray to god in vain

decency asunder

normalcy laid to rest

democracy is messy

this is a shit storm

for your consideration

I give You, Donald Trump!