Tag Archives: Impeachment

After a slow grinding week, the journey punctuated by the odd muffled backfire, having to slam into a reluctant reverse, the driver of the Dodge Impeachment takes a blind turn up a convenient dark alley…

Hear No, See No, Seek No…

A senate full of Don’s defenders grimace with success,
All smiles (and witnesses) they’ve managed to suppress,
Just so Donald won’t be tossed out of his current address,
Ask Don if Justice has been served, he’ll say ‘Damn well, yes.’

As the court rises and the Judge world-wearily sums up
Mitch sits and hopes his magical red number comes up,
If two Republicans won’t raise their hands or their bums up
They sore will when Mitch gives ’em a double thumbs up.

So Don is proclaimed innocent and he is freed to go
Dishing out fear and loathing to both friend and foe,
One thing Mitch’s shi pitiful no-show-or-tell trial does show
Is if Bolton wants to give you a good deal on Don- just say no.

 

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Great minds sit and ponder whether the President is worthy of impeachment. Wonder no more. Though some might prefer the graphic version.

Mythical Creature.

Donald has learnt true friendship cannot be bought,
That life’s real heroes offer friends their full support,
When your pockets are deep but your arms are short
He’s heard cheap talk means a long time spent in court.

Don sees a Marvel, a universally acclaimed Great ‘Merican,
Not a Dark Knight under Bannon’s shadowy Master plan,
Lurking beneath the hollow words, the deep golden tan
Lies a shallow, guilt-edged thin-skinned wretch of a man.

Back in the Senate, where the battle for the truth is fought
Red eyed good ol’ boys pray they can believe the Fox report,
Lucky for Don, within his base, where reason is a last resort
It’s a case of case closed, to believe Don requires no thought.

 

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The senate sits, ready to judge on Donald’s impeachment. Good senators! Impartial and unbiased, just like Mitch McConnell. He’s suuuch a good boy.

Lap Dog Of The Gods.

The impeachment criteria’s been met,
Pelosi’s put the damning paperwork through.

Mitch gets the message, with much regret,
Deep down in his heart, he knows its true.

So, will Don pay his debt?
Payment for many sins, so long overdue?

But Mitch is Don’s precious pet,
A dumbly loyal pooch, who could argue?

Mitch tells Don not to fret,
He’s gonna deal with Nancy Shrew.

There will be no cause for upset,
Not with Mitch’s rose-tinted view.

The House will lose, that’s a sure bet
And Democrats will be left feeling blue.

No praise from the Master will Mitch get,
Better silently sittin’ than gettin’ a kick or two.

Hang dog Mitch knows it’s wrong to aid and abet,
Don’t ask Don if that’s immoral, Don has no clue.

It’s democracy inaction, lets not forget,
Actions in the long-term Mitch will rue.

But Mitch has dealt with Don’s threat-
Standing up to the big dog wouldn’t do.

Mitch don’t want to go see the vet,
He’s got little enough to hold on t

 

 

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As the big day approaches it’s time wonder if we might get something from our secret Santa? Or ’tis it the season to hark back on folly?

Too Long To List.

Santa’s made his list and closed his book,
On Christmas day naughty boys will vainly look
For all they’ve wanted, but they’ll be looking sad,
Certainly for a certain one who’s been bad- too bad.

That rascal is up at dawn on Christmas day,
He’s been perfectly good… well, in his own way,
Donny looks at his super-sized Christmas stocking,
Flapping on the Mar-a-lago mantle, empty, mocking.

On the stocking is pinned a note,
In explanation Saint Nick kindly wrote:
‘Sorry old son, my limit’s been reached,
Maybe next year, if you ain’t impeached.’

 

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The majority of the polls show most people believe Trump should be impeached. Don must feel the pain deep in his psyche, or deep someplace.

Slippery Slide.

Don’s approval ratings are worse than Tricky Dicks,
That other poor but dishonest Republican,
But Don does believe he’ll rise above it all, like a phoenix,
Not see his Great presidency slither down the pan.

If he fails, and too much of the smelly stuff sticks
Don can easily resort to his master plan,
Dig down into his deep and dark bag of tricks
And call on the base part of his loyal K- clan.

Wash away the Presidents half baked fake politics,
Wipe away the vaingloriously fake tan,
Peer into that chockablock box of Freudian neurotic tics
And behold the child inside the man.

 

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President Trump’s call to the President of the Ukraine- the subtle art of getting his message across.

Phoney Friends.

For tweet natured Donald a new day is dawning,
Things are heating up, and not due to global warming,
Talk of impeachment is ruining his peach of a morning,
On the political horizon dark storm clouds are forming.

Don complains those nasty Democrats are to blame
For badgering the poor law a’biden President again,
Take his word for it, there’s nothing true to their claim,
If you don’t believe him, ask the President of the Ukraine.

Mr Zelensky will clearly unconditionally and categorically state
No Presidential pressure was exerted, no Don deal;s were made-
And Dons character is not just good, its unimpeachably great-
Now that $400 million in military aid has been promptly paid.

 

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