Tirade Time

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Tirade Time

“I rant, therefore I am.”--Dennis Miller

We must avoid the possible Republican mulligan.

When lions lie down

with llamas, they struggle

with different languages,

leaving gaps and long pauses

between licentious litanies.

We must avoid the possible Republican mulligan.

I fist-slapped it

on the political butt,

and the pop, the thud

was bang on,

for it deserved the gobsmack

the serious intentional splat.

We must avoid the possible Republican mulligan.

Approaching that beautiful blue tsunami

I am the giddy liberal swami,

making damn sure I voted early,

feeling all cool, confident and burly,

declaring my choice,

using my voice.

We must avoid the possible Republican mulligan.

Bam-blam, old Uncle Sam,

it’s too late just to suck a lime,

it’s wham-whizz past the time

for his complete departure.

I tell you, history will smack down,

be it dirt poor rural or wealthy town,

every vestige of the Trump years

all the snake oil, hate and fears.

En masse, we will awaken from the nightmare,

electing a President who will care,

as we, the people, reject the super rich

and every greedy lobbyist son-of-a-bitch.

In 2016 we were all so very shocked

as greasy Trump completely locked

up the redneck electorate.

Now’s the time to initiate the protectorate 

for decency, dimples, donuts and democracy.

We must avoid the possible Republican mulligan.

Tyranny, terror and tempestuous tumult

are Trumps tokens and trademark.

Never in the White House has there been

such bullying, bejiggering, boasting, belittling

and bodacious braggadocio. 

We must avoid the possible Republican mulligan.

Trump is merely a lump of cancer,

a lackey with a license to lick the larcenous limbs

of dictators, strongmen, demagogues, fascists,

klansmen, bigots, racists, and white supremacists.

He has made America a sad joke

and sent the Republic up in smoke.

Glenn Buttkus

Posted over at d'Verse Poet's Pub MTB