by William Skink
Lest my conservative readers think I’m not paying attention to what’s brewing with Trump, this poem is for you.
P.S. I figured out Obama was a scam when his cabinet was assembled (by Citibank).
When will you figure it out? Here’s the poem (and soon to be song):
Trujunta in the tower
Generals come and go
reporters bow for golden pens
a fast food CEO
will take the reigns of Labor
Dr. C will get HUD
and Mad Dog don’t like pizza
but Goldman still gets love
what say you angry voters?
let’s all now call Taiwan
that infrastructure tune is
a defense contractor song
will you pick tomatoes
when immigrants get kicked out?
and when the economy collapses
who will you shoot down?
There’s more of this that I’m working on, like a reference to the Pope’s poop comment. Yes, you read that right, and instead of boring you with with more lyrical political analysis on this snowy Friday in Montana, here is the Pope warning his followers not to be aroused by shit:
Writing fake news and stories about scandals is like being sexually aroused by excrement, Pope Francis has said.
And since people tend towards coprophagia, or eating faeces, then the media should avoid spreading it, he said in an attack on the spread of disinformation.
Francis apologised for his use of precise psychological terms that describe when people are aroused by excrement.
Don’t apologize for the words, Pope. The actions of some your priests on the other hand…