, , , , , ,

Photo by Aneta Foubu00edkovu00e1 on Pexels.com

He steers the listing ship of state

With blinded, bulging eyes

And gaping, rancid lips.

Photo by Trace Hudson on Pexels.com

The more he fails, the more he flails, 

No big surprise he screams and wails; 

With jiggling, wriggling hips. 

Photo by Marc Coenen on Pexels.com

A fool, a lout, who loves to pout.

With every breath he lies;

With every order tries

To kill another thousand souls.

For those are Pappa Putin’s goals.

He’s one of Moscow’s favorite moles.

He kills for rubles? Lack of scruples?

I don’t care. Do you? Or you?

And once the toll quadruples?

Photo by Mike on Pexels.com

We finally call a fraud a fraud

And oust the ruthless prig?

And throw him in the brig?

It’ll make poor Vlad both sad & blue.

But I won’t care? Will you? Or, you?

Photo by Element5 Digital on Pexels.com


The Truth Train

The Pandemic Anti-Academic

The Watershed Virus


Life is a Dance

Try the Truth

Roar, Ocean, Roar!

The Ailing King of Agitate

Author Page on Amazon

Photo by GEORGE DESIPRIS on Pexels.com