this is for all the dicks in charge
from neutron trump to other dicks at large
for dicks who dream and dicks who scheme
to relive that tired old rebel dream
a new day fundamentalist revelation
capitalistís world market intimidation
an old-world kind of -- a new great nation

and in charge of this supremist white male fantasy
the head bullshitter racks up casualties
his followers feed on doomsday tales of tribulation
all this bullshit upsetting delicate human relations
so, you working class, blue color, you in the middle or poor
woke up one day and you were the republicanís whore
each lie each outrage each insult each scream
a clue to the reality of their american dream

but you knew he was showering you with peepee nonsense
now you need those social benefits but he's none responsive
cut health care, science programs put billionaires in charge
cabinet workers fly first class living it large
a kind of government welfare for the ruling elites
who feast on migrant babies with delight indiscreet
demand that you bow and sacrifice for the white nation
confuse foreign policy with family wealth creation


scientist say there will come a day when you can't tell shit by
the smell of it when the evil lies will ring true to you when
those policing will spy while being fed cause the real police are
in your head

bragging about job creation while stealing wages
cast our youth for target practice to fill coffins and cages
we are governed by convicts, the soulless and nazis
then ordered to stand and salute a child stealing zombie

politicians and lobbyists lie about ukranian profits
pensions disappear into russian bankersí pockets
ceoís rewarded with billions in tax relief dollars
while teachers get low wages and a bureaucratic shock collar

yanking education like a hambone treat
bullied by devos and her ruling elites
children don't expect quality of life, healthcare, education
new america schools them in early death expectations

this is the poem that never ends
cause the trumpiness goes on and on my fiend
reward the wealthy punish the poor
rinse and repeat kick their asses some more

a nation at war with 70 percent of the planet;
consume 5 times our due export tons of garbage;
stuff our faces with cheap food take sugar for granted
the future you fear is the present trumperís are living
fear of a nation mixing races and getting queerer

each snatch of a crouch, each tweet and tarradiddle
the media all media dance to his fiddle
but his babies for borders kidnapping scheme went far afield
he's going to need a space force with weapons and shields
when mueller drops and the indictments unseal

scientist say there will come a day when you can't tell shit by
the smell of it when the evil lies will ring true to you when
those policing will spy while being fed cause the real police are
in your head in your head in your head

Also see:

• Index of Alice Lovelace articles and poetry
  

Published in In Motion Magazine December 16, 2018