“Don’t call some Malcolm. Don’t call some Chandra.
Get me my Master of Propaganda!”
So Jabba the Trump exclaimed from his lair,
while sliming down his Troll Doll hair.
“I need a SOTU that will not fail.
If I’m not reelected, I’m headed to jail!
We need some myth-making, a crowd-pleasing thrilla,
so bring me my Goebbels, my Stevie Milla!’
And when they brought him the King before,
he was full of venom and lies by the score.
And of all these lies, I’ll give you the gist:
“You’ll play,” he said, “televangelist.
“You’ve got the spray tan and, sort of, the hair.
Truth you long ago chose to forswear,
so reel in the rubes, the kooks, and the clods
by speaking all night of country and god.
“And as for the speech, I’ll more than assist
to make you a SOTU evangelist,
with poses to strike and lots of fine hammin’.
Fear not offending your true god, Mammon,
“for you’ll speak of the miracle you have now wrought
in this country where every Repugnican’s bought
and whatever the truth of affairs economic
you’ll speak the contrary. Oh, that will be comic!”
“Oh thank you, Steve Miller,” said slick Dapper Don,
“You’ve helped me to stay the great King of the Con
And using the principles taught me by Cohn:
Repeat the lie bigger, opponents to own,
“When caught in a lie, just say it again,
but bigger, this time, to go for the win.”
And so at the SOTU, throughout the grand hall,
the Jabba then sounded his slick mating call.
and Repugnicans ate it up, as they now do.
For them coprophagy is like eating stew.
Copyright 2020, Robert D. Shepherd. All rights reserved. This post may be freely shared as long as this copyright notice is retained.
For more songs and poems about the Trump the Chump misadministration, go here: https://bobshepherdonline.wordpress.com/…/trump-don-the-con/
For more humor from Bob Shepherd, go here: https://bobshepherdonline.wordpress.com/category/humor/