Sometimes it’s the simple little things;
The way a new sprung sparrow witlessly sings,
Now, what a hollow feeling that birdsong brings
And dark thoughts of a sunny day and wedding rings.
…On the beach, on the sand,
A gleam of gold on her left hand,
A joyous time for our happy band,
And did we not say ‘ain’t love grand?’
Of one thing we two were sure,
Our love was unadulterated and pure,
For evermore she’d be my one amour,
Our love was truly bound to endure.
Winter came, left me chilled to the core,
The cold I hold in my heart has yet to thaw,
The view we’d shared, of that golden shore
Offers me not warmth nor comfort anymore.
It might be the sight of a gull wheeling on high,
A touch of white, up in a clear bright blue empty sky,
Down here I’m alone to hear its stupid senseless cry
Cruelly tail off in the wind, to drift, to fade, to die.
Not Of This World.
I foolishly half-believed Sarah Huckabee Sanders
Tried to rein in the raving of the High Commanders
Litany of half-truths, obfuscations lies and slanders.
Did I not see a flicker of humanity, a mere trace
As she leant on her lectern, wishing to be in another place
Far far away from this time, this space?
But it seems I gave sweet talkin’ Sarah too much credit,
When you see the ‘Acosta Accosting Intern’ Directors edit-
She didn’t just say Fake News, she liberally spread it.
Sad… now she can’t find the fortitude to recuse
Herself from trolling the depths of the Fake News
And wallowing in those Far-Right-Out-There views.
Now she’s gone from being a Fake News nay-sayer
To gleefully being the Dark Arts leading purveyor-
All she needs is an indecent video to become a player.
She could and should have taken a moments pause
And pondered the source and the effects and cause
Of relying on the fantasy films from Infowars.
Now Sarah Huckabee happily trots out her own lies,
She seen what she wants to see with her own eyes;
Press Secretary, Propagandist and Goebbels in disguise.
That Sarah is a stout and loyal trooper can’t be denied,
But look into those eyes now, and see, she’s dead inside;
Hope Huckabee Sanders is happy on the Dark Side.
I’m special, not the sort of person
Who’d marry any old sort of person
Pregnant or not to him.
We could never become those sort of people,
The kind who find they resort to other people;
Tied by the trusty knot, me and him.
But I became another person
When he came in another person.
This widow’s well shot of him.
A Flipping Miracle.
Good God, I find it hard to believe those who do believe
That Donald Trump is part of Gods mysterious Master plan,
Those of blind faith who found a black president impossible to conceive
Yet can find little fault in this one, Gods Right White quite imperfect man.
Any conservative will admit he’s a philanderer,
But Sweet Jesus, Donald’s making a great nation,
And doth the Good Book not say, ‘to be human is to err?’
Let’s give Don the benefit of doubt (and a liberal translation.)
How the bloody righteous paw through chapter and verse,
Praying pardon for their (play)boys less than model behaviour,
Finding any blessed reason to praise a man Beelzebub would curse;
How Divine, stumbling on such a forgiving anti-Gay-Muslim-Refugee Saviour.
As the miserable and manacled Manafort leaves the Court
Donald offers this fine felon his sympathetic support;
Doesn’t offering comfort to a fraud set to serve a lifetime
Seem at odds with the presidents hard line on crime?
It depends if your collars
Lily white or sweat-soaked blue,
And if you have millions of dollars
And Don can forgive- or pardon- you.
But mention his cheap lawyer and Don has not a word,
No thanks to Mike for the good services he procured,
Shouldn’t Don be screaming blue murder and high treason?
Its so disquieting seeing Don display rectitude, with reason.
For what might Mueller’s mob learn
Should they happen to turn the worm?
Might Mikes words make Dons ears burn,
Or worse, lock in the Prez for another term?
Above And Beyond.
Lawyer Mike Cohen was, confidentialy, not just a Donald fan,
When it came to private peccadilloes he was Dons Mr Fix-it Man,
But his quietly recording Don’s costly affairs wasn’t part of Don’s plan,
Poor Don, its hard to believe a lawyer could be so Machiavellian?
To Donald’s defence the Righteous leap-
His learned counsel should his counsel keep.
His year-long tryst with Karen old Donald can richly afford-
Two hundred grand, another Playboy plaything cheaply scored,
On Don carried, the same year Melania had baby Barron on board,
There’s no more damning words of a cheating bastard on record!
Fox TV showers invective on Mike, ‘he’s a deceitful creep’
While Trump treads water in the swamp, so dark and deep.
But twenty years ago you should’ve heard their moralistic mewling
When slick Willy left Monica high and dry by saying they weren’t fooling,
While the twists and turns of Billy-goats oral gymnastics were unspooling;
Funny how now fiery talk of a flesh new Hell for adulterers is cooling?
Now for the Right God fearin’ folk, talk is cheap,
About today’s gross infidelities, not one damn peep.
Stand up Comic.
Funnily I never thought the President was a funny ha ha bloke
But now the laugh’s on me, heh heh, and, seriously, l get the joke,
Hee hee, he’s hysterical, he changes history with one Master stroke-
He gathers the gullible, has a giggle to himself, then simply says ‘I misspoke.’
Jesus told Preacher Jesse Duplantis to get
A fifty-four million dollar Falcon jet,
Jesse wants it to spread Gods word
But that Falcon’s one big flipping bird.
So Jess kneels humbly down and makes his
Prays to his poor congregation to contribute, monetarily,
Jesse will all too gladly take you- by the hand,
Even kiss your cheek should you give ten grand.
‘Twill enrich your future prospects in the eyes of the Lord,
But it is a promise, at present, all too few can afford
When Jess possessed three other jets in which to sally forth
By what God given right has he got to go buy a fourth?
Getting The Clause Out.
Should Mr Cohen’s well-heeled client stray,
Forsake the vows stated on his wedding day,
Take the chance to combine both golf, and play,
Mr Cohen maintains what he’s been retained to say.
But Mr Cohen’s having to work for his pay,
Stormy’s accusations aren’t just blowing away,
Her tongue keeps wagging in a most malicious way,
His advice to the client is ‘assume the position, and pray.’
International Men Of Mystery.
Is it not great to see the blooming Bromance
Between the Presidents of the great States, and France?
First chummy handshakes, then Gallic hugs and air kisses
On cheeks that turned to receive more hits than misses.
My, don’t those two guys get on well?
There is a kinship there, can’t you tell?
As they clown around like kid and older brother
Their wives look quizzically on, one to the other.
Brigitte’s beginning to wonder if she’s lost her mystique,
Melania’s inclined to believe Dons Stormy denials after this week,
Now Mrs Trump and Mrs Macrom may call to console Mses Clinton and Merkel,
Their two jerks ain’t inclined to invite many woman into the Old Boys circle.