Present Concerns: Truth Decay
Forward, forward, on we slump,
Bamboozled by the thoughts of Trump;
That bloated, blobby, orange lump,
That dispenser of dismay.
With his following of faithful fools
He disregards established rules
And tweets away his vicious views
To spread his truth decay.
Beliefs we thought were long out-dated
Have now all be reactivated.
The hot air he has generated
Has led his flock astray.
He's breaking things so hard to mend.
Let's steer supporters from this trend
And tell them 'Donald's not your friend!'
He's spreading truth decay!
When he hears truth he cannot take
He fulminates and calls it fake.
Repugnance washes in his wake
When he mauls our Mrs May.
That pussy-grabbing orange blob,
Who vomits garbage from his gob,
Has claimed the world's most crucial job
To spread his truth decay!
... continues in similar vein.
Here is a link to a short extract from a cabaret:
"Some poets make you laugh, some make you cry, and some make you think. Not many can do all these things." Mike Abrahams, sponsor of Bristol Vegfest