Rogues Gallery

Fake Me To Your Leader

Oswald Brown was a clown
Who got to rule the land
His principal reason for his renown
Was to have us obey each command

The changes he wrought as the master
Had never been seen before
They brought to the land sheer disaster
As he diligently bent the law

His constant need was to break tradition
And tell lies about his opponents
His only guide was ambition
Giving power to his chosen proponents

O.B. we could see was in love with himself
As he strove to increase his power
And his main aim was to add to his pelf
So he built his ivory tower

His modus operandi we can say
Was to make enmity our delusion
So he brought xenophobia into play
Making immigrant crime an illusion

He had a thirst for henchmen
So he made the law an ass
With criminals his yes men
And justice a morass

Now time went on as it always will
With Oswald lying on Fox News
But the people awoke; they had had their fill
Heard their stories sung in the blues

It was time for change, to rearrange
So they rebelled with tempers blazing
Sent the villain unwilli’n to a venue strange
Where asses or donkeys were grazing

Now years have passed though memories last
But his era is a sordid blank
Our only thought now his time has passed
Is which of our heavens to thank

O hypocrites who dwelt on his game
And sold your soul to the rogue
Your names will be in the Hall of Shame
Where ugly tyranny’s in vogue

Obedience

Soldier, soldier will you kill for me
With your rocket, drone and gun?
O yes yes yes though no citizens can flee
I’ll be the dutiful one

Criminal, criminal will you mug for me
Now I have set you free?
O yes yes yes I will your minder be
For all the world to see

Lawyer, lawyer will you lie for me
If I give you heaps of gold?
O yes yes yes I’ll your mouthpiece be
To confirm all the lies you’ve told

Senator, senator will you be loyal to me
Now I have given you power?
O yes yes yes I’ll be happy to see
Your iniquitous garden flower

Newsman, newsman will you argue for me
If I please your boss?
O yes yes yes I will abide with thee
Though your words are fairy floss

Scholar, scholar will you tell the truth
When this dark age is done?
O yes yes yes we have done that forsooth
Since human life has begun

Power

Have you seen the nincompoop
Abusing all his power?
Sacking a highly lawful group
In his witching hour?

Have you seen the blockhead
Voting him in as boss?
Not a word can now be said
About this tragic loss?

Have you seen the dolt
In the court supreme?
Who brought justice to a halt
And fulfilled a liar’s dream?

Have you seen the dunce
Awarded a high position?
Who passed exams not once
But obeys without contrition?

Have you seen the halfwit
Now head of the armed forces?
Who is clearly branded unfit
And wants to bring back horses

Have you seen the loon
Who seeks to go to Mars?
According to the phase of the moon
He gives forth loud hurrahs

Have you seen the wise man
Who has one ambition
To have these fools with much élan
Make justice and truth a tradition

Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time in New York town
An old man went to a place of renown
He sought to come in with a voice quite forlorn
But the guard at the door asked him where he was born

“Far away,” said the man in a friendly voice,
“In the land of the sun where the people rejoice.”
“Then you cannot come in,” replied the sentry,
“Immigrants are forbidden entry.”

Once upon a time in bountiful Dallas
A woman was treated with considerable malice
She sought a loan one troubled morn
But the banker asked her where she was born

“Far away,” said the woman, “In Mexico city,”
“Where as a child I had love and pity.”
Then you’ll get no loan,” replied the big wheel,
“Immigrants are forbidden to do a deal.”

Once upon a time in San Jose
A migrant tried to enter at the break of day
He sought a visa at the crack of dawn
But the officer asked him where he was born

“Far away,” said the man in troubled Haiti,
“A very dangerous place to be
“Then you’ll get no visa,” replied the man,
“Immigrants are criminals with an evil plan.”

Once upon a time in the land of the free
Foreigners were treated with dignity
If you sought compassion, were tired and worn
It really didn’t matter where you were born

If far away you needed to flee
You’d be welcomed as a kind of victory
Then with open arms you would be supported
And your wonders imported would be duly reported

Politician

An Angry Monologue

You pernicious chattering puppet
Get thee to a correction facility out of my sight
I’ve heard enough of your catch phrases
Your half truths that sound so nice
Your optimism without cause
Your orchestrated fear of borders
That buys toys for military boys
While the aged are persecuted
By entrepreneurial vultures
Who deal out sedatives
As punishment for growing old
You scheming petard
That blows up our social infrastructure
By privatising everything
As a gift to the big end of town
You and your culpable felonious banks
That turn their proceeds into devilish sullied lucre
To make existence a function of profit and loss
You loquacious lump of protoplasm
Wilfully biting universities
That become unfunded businesses
And pass the buck to the students who suffer
Penury as a punishment for learning
You effusive garbage bin
Your balanced budget mythology
Sickens my soul
Why don’t you resign now
As so many of your cohorts do
And join corporations with inside information
For their shady deals
You talkative lump of atomic waste
Elected by halfwits to rule our world

I despise your education misdemeanours
Where the rich have all the resources
While the poor just have children
You weed in a garden of pomposity
Who poisons then murders the welfare state
Hatred of enemies
Is your big business
You squeeze an excuse for it out of somewhere
“For the good of the nation”
That’s it; bravo!
“To preserve our way of life”
O yes, it all sounds so very good
I’m just sick of the constant stream of nonsense
I long for your silence
And preferably you out of my mind

So
Begone
And just en passant
I guess you know who won’t get my vote

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