Just another drop in the bucket
You were dancing to the rhythm of a Victory Waltz
When your old foe you happened to see
He gave a big grin to his sidekick and while you were dancing
The Don stole the White House from thee
I remember the night of that “Victory Waltz”
Now I know just how much we have lost
Yes, we lost our dear freedom on the night they were playing
That F***ing Orange and Vance Waltz!
Narrator: This, as you may recognize, is a map of the United States and there’s a little town there called Trumpsville.
On a given morning not too long ago the rest of the world disappeared and Trumpsville was left all alone. Its inhabitants were never sure whether the world was destroyed and only Trumpsville left untouched, or whether the village had somehow been taken away.
They were, on the other hand, sure of one thing—the cause. A monster had arrived in the village.
Just by using his mind, he took away justice, freedom, and morality, because they displeased him. And he moved an entire community back into the dark ages just by using his mind.
Now, I’d like to introduce you to some of the people in Trumpsville.
These are Judges Roberts, Thomas, and Alito. It’s in their courthouse that the monster presides.
These two are Sen. McConnell and Speaker Johnson.
And this is Ivanka, who probably had more control over the monster in the beginning than almost anyone. But one day she forgot. She began to speak aloud. Now, the monster doesn’t like her speaking so his mind snapped at her, and turned her into this smiling, vacant thing you’re looking at now. She speaks no more.
And you’ll note that the people in Trumpsville, USA have to smile. They have to think happy thoughts and say happy things because once displeased, the monster can wish them into Gitmo or change them into a Big Mac and fries.
This particular monster can read minds, you see. He knows every thought, he can feel every emotion.
Oh, yes, I did forget something, didn’t I? I forgot to introduce you to the monster. This is the monster. His name is Donny Trump.
He’s seventy-eight-years-old with a rakish, frat-boy face; grey-blue, guileful eyes; and a six-year-old’s mind. But when those eyes look at you, you’d better start thinking happy thoughts because the mind behind them is absolutely in charge.
Roberts: Howdy, Donny. Mighty good to see you today.
Donny: Mighty good.
Thomas: And it’s such a good day, isn’t it?
Donny: It’s a real good day!
Alito: What are you doing, Donny?
Donny: I made a stripper with three boobs. See her? (Glancing toward Ivanka)
McConnell: Yeah.
Johnson: Yeah, my, she’s a real fine one.
Thomas: I ain’t never seen a stripper with three boobs before, ‘cept in Total Recall.
Donny: I’ll make her dead now. I’m tired of playing with her. Be dead. Stripper, you be dead!
Alito: My, my, that’s real fine that you done that. That’s—that’s real fine, Donny.
Roberts: You’re a good boy, Donny.
All with Ivanka nodding: We all love you.
Narrator: We only wanted to introduce you to this singularly immune citizen—little Donny Trump, age not allowed to say, who lives in a village called Trumpsville, in a place that used to be the USA.
And if by some strange chance you should run across him, you had best think only MAGA thoughts. Anything less than that is handled at your own risk.
Because if you do meet Donny you can be sure of one thing—you have entered the Trump Zone.
I scorn you, scurvy companion.
Thou art a boil, a plague sore.
The rankest compound of villainous smell
that ever offended nostril.
I am sick when I do look on thee.
I’ll beat thee, but I would infect my hands
Thou cream faced loon.
Thou lump of foul deformity.
Thou art as fat as butter.
Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon.
You are as a candle, the better burnt out.
A most notable coward,
an infinite and endless liar,
an hourly promise breaker,
the owner of no one good quality.
Thy sin’s not accidental, but a trade.
Thou art unfit for any place but hell.
Away, you three-inch fool!
Beware! EVERY
GOP accusation
Is a confession!
― 俳句 (haiku)
© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.
You could walk ten miles on your hands and knees
Ain’t no doubt about it, baby, it’s me you aim to please
You could swear your loyalty, and lay yourself bare
That’s just the thing, babe, I just don’t care
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
For me, baby, you could swim the sea
But nothing you could do would satisfy me
Even if you come over and lap up the crumbs and dirt
And make sure it doesn’t stain my clean white shirt
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
You could fawn 24 hours, seven days a week
Just so you could come here and kiss my cheek
You’ll love me in the morning and you’ll love me at noon
You’ll love me in the night and boogie to my tune
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
You could send me every penny you’ve ever earned
And say you’re not worried about getting burned
You could storm the Capitol, hang my wimpy VP
Just to get yourself up close to me
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
O say can you see
By the dawn’s early light
What once proudly we hailed
At the twilight’s last gleaming
Whose torn stripes and stained stars
Through each perilous fight
O’er the bodies we watched
Is now hauntingly streaming?
And MAGAs’ hateful glare
Their guns shooting in air
Give proof through the night
There’s no amity here
O say does our blood-spattered banner remain
O’er the land of the free and the home of the sane?
© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.
pick of the litter
busy as a bee
gets his ducks in a row
like shooting fish in a barrel
wolf in sheep’s clothing
dog-eat-dog world
the world is his oyster
a little bird told me
chickens come home to roost
his bark worse than his bite
let sleeping dogs lie
it was only puppy love
I’ll be a monkey’s uncle
cock and bull story
open a can of worms
a wild goose chase
bull in a china shop
mad as a hornet
cat with nine lives
you can’t teach an old dog new tricks
© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.
Trapped in tube embrace
Nursing post amazing race
Rached loses face
———
チューブの囚人
凄い病院の競走
ナースを笑う
― 俳句 (haiku)
© 2023, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.
I started to write
Up popped a Viagra ad
So where did I end?
― 俳句 (haiku)
© 2023, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.
I’ve been paining, I’ve been straining
To allay the sting of the day.
I’ve been yearning, I’ve been learning
Praying to somehow find a way.
For there’s been too many a morning
When it seemed my dreams were calling,
Wondering whether this could be the one.
But my soul sings out a warning
To my heart when it starts falling
For all the beginnings left undone.
© 2021, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.