Friday Fun: Let’s Get Lyrical!

I have a backlog of topics I feel are worthy of sharing. But the Orange Pustule currently occupying staining our Oval Office, through his actions and Tweets, inspires so many creative people that I have to keep updating literally down to the last hour.

Like today –  just this morning I came across a song set to “O Danny Boy” on Daily Kos that inspired my change in mid-stream.  I’ve collected a few poems, Limericks and songs along the way, so I thought I’d put them all together for today’s “Let’s Get Lyrical!”

[NOTE: If not directly shown as a Tweet, the attributions are the Links in the intro.  And feel free to share some of yours in the Comments.  And yes, I’m posting this very early.  My neuropathy pain woke me at 2:15 AM, and it’s bad enough to prevent me from going back to sleep.  So like the saying goes, I made lemonade.]

We’ll start out with a poem in a Jim Carrey Tweet:

Let’s all drink a toast to the new king of lies,
and the minions who help him while democracy dies,
and our kids who’ll be taught that the wicked are wise
because Potus was Jack from ‘Lord of The Flies’.
How much poison are you willing to swallow?! pic.twitter.com/CvS6Wze9jm

— Jim Carrey (@JimCarrey) April 24, 2019

 

And a delightful Limerick addressing those Talibangelical christianists who maintain that Trump is the “Chosen One”

They say Trump was hand-picked by God

If so I must question and prod

And what about Jack

LBJ and Barack

Did Bill C get the Almighty’s nod?

 

And some background dealing with our current *Resident’s lack of character and the Trumpkin cultists who support him.

Of course he cheats on taxes

(and golf and marriage too) —

he promised he would show them to us;

What’s a con to do?!

 

Breaking trust comes easily

for Don “John Baron” Trump

— to those who still believe him, yo:

Why are you such a chump?!

 

Moving on to our current efforts to rid our country of this cancer:

This bag of wind, this sack of bile,

This fetid mound, a sick orange pile

Of lying, cheating excrement,

This enemy of government.

 

This walking crisis of the soul,

This incoherent tweeting troll,

This moral, ethical disease,

This swamp of decomposing sleaze.

 

This NOTHINGBURGER with big hair,

This witless peddler of despair,

This dictatorial buffoon

Must be removed … and VERY soon!

 

And to explain to our fellow citizens why we need to take action

It's not because he's nasty
It's not because he's mean
It's not because he's racist
Or incredibly obscene

It's because he's broken laws
That the people say IMPEACH
We all must insist on this because
WE PRACTICE WHAT WE PREACH. #ImpeachDonaldTrump

— BrooklynDad_Defiant Savage! (@mmpadellan) April 22, 2019

 

And closing with the song I came across this morning (in which I exercised my own poetic license with one word).

“O Donny Boy”

O Donny boy, the press, the press are calling

From state to state, across the country wide:

The jig is up, and all your crimes are showing.

You must resign, or in prison you’ll abide.

 

Our nation hates your lying and your treasons,

And children dying alone in filthy cells,

And people shot by Nazis who adore you

O Donny boy, you need to rot in jail.

 

And when you go, take all your cronies with you!

Take Pence and Mitch, and all your party, too.

Take Rush and Sean, and all the Fox “News” liars,

And drag your sons and daughter down with you.

 

And I shall laugh, when Democrats elected

Make Wall Street pay, and solar power the call,

When hate and fear and bigotry’s rejected,

When medicine and schooling’s free to all.