Pants on Fire

What I admire most of all
About our newest president
Is how he has the unfazed gall
To lie about what’s evident,
To wit, inauguration crowds
Whose size he said a pic beclouds.

Worse than the Worst

My current fear is not what he
Will do or won’t. Knows not himself.
An addlebrained mentality
Betrays a self-deluded elf
Whose looking glass reflects pastiche,
Those indie picks without a lease.

Talking Like a Duck

A wounded duck he’s well become,
But lame, as though forever hurt?
Like Aflac’s, ever optimum,
At times when doomsday critics blurt,
He’s got to brawl to guarantee
Obamacare’s his legacy.

He'll Get His

Regardless if you thought the price
He ought to pay was life in jail,
Or death. No matter, both suffice.
And in the end alike prevail.
In cases monstrous such as this,
His cell or yard's his last abyss.

Uncle Peeper

I wish I worried more about
The feds‘ observing whom I’ve called
And who’s called me in case they doubt
My loyalty and thus forestalled
Dark hopes of zapping Washington
To aid Iran or just for fun.

By George

No longer must one go to school
To shoot and kill and then succumb.
Like Zimmerman, why play the fool?
Make Trayvon-Martin types look dumb:
The sort who in the dark pursued
Are going to stand their ground and feud