(Or what could have happened on that fateful day.)
Poor Mike Pence on White House lawn
Went out to calm the crowd
They had all gather there
So Boisterous and loud.
Secret Service was pushed back.
Unable to join the fray.
Mob grabbed Pence by the scruff.
He was swiftly led away.
Up the stairs he then went.
The scaffold was not high.
The end of our Democracy –
Started with Trumps’ LIE.
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“Your Fired”, was his claim to fame.
Everyone everywhere knew his name.
Down the moving stairs he’d tread.
The long tie cotton candy head.
A stunt he thought, with actors bought,
To bring attention he had sought.
He’d grift them all, no chance at all.
No chance that he would win.
Greeted by cheers from Plebeian crowd,
The Press gathered round to listen.
M.A.G.A. spewed from his thin lips.
His thinning hair did glisten.
The snake oil he sold that very day,
They bought and slurped and drank away.
He couldn’t believe the money they’d pay –
To look at him, their savior, they say.
Polling said that he would lose.
Then Comey threw a wrench
Hillary ‘s votes became errant.
So D.J.T. to White House went,
Winning to Donald was such a lark.
In Oval Office, his ass he’d Park.
Knowing all the work he’d shirk,
Golf is where he’d leave his mark.
Didn’t know the work required.
Or all the reports he must read…
He’d require one-page charts.
Colored pictures he would need.
Reading words! Never had a need.
He thought it was so lame.
How could he improve his read?
He could hardly write his name.
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Blindness is not just in your eyes.
Ears can be blind to new ideas.
Indifference can make a brain not care
To climb up high – to stand up tall.
Failing to start you’ll never fall.
But you’ll never see –
What’s beyond the wall.
Blindness of the mind – just may be –
The most debilitating blindness of all.
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Dilatory Don, the lethargic litigator,
Wishes to be our Great Dictator.
With a scowling, growling, virulent look
Hairpiece quaffed. He swirls. He shook.
He swiftly blames and then proclaims:
I’m not a creep, I’m not a crook.
The biz I did was by the book.
“Fraud Squad”, then began to look.
Illegal tenders; imaginary lenders.
“Stop the Steal” defense fund senders.
Burning “fraud candles” on both ends,
A conscience he has never battled.
No morals, no soul. He’s never rattled.
Properties values he’d pretend.
For what you ask. And to what end?
To lower taxes and loan rates then.
A burden brought on New York State,
To which they’ll long be saddled.
In business he bragged that he was smart
To keep what belongs to others.
His neighbors’ dreams of getting loans.
He willingly, greedily smothers.
The D. O. J. took a second look.
They found that all his books were cooked.
The evidence gathered was so large.
Indictments came with righteous charge.
Caught now in the light of day.
He pleads with judge –
He needs a stay.
From trial he must get far away.
Large and vast,
his crimes have been.
Now, he’s caught -and has to pay.
Never thought he’d see this day.
On courthouse steps the press then gathers,
To broadcast – his lies, such blatant blather.
I’m just like you, misunderstood.
Can’t you see my Victimhood.
They’re out to get me and hold me back.
I’m LACKING morals and don’t hold back.
I’m an aggravator to my M.A.G.A. crew.
An Instigator of riots too!
A racist lying agitator.
Vote for me, your grifting SAVIOR.
“So glad to have met yah”.
The Proud Boys all exclaim.
Sentenced most to prison time,
Though Donald is to blame.
They’re all to blame.
I know it’s true.
They need to believe –
his lies.
Whatever he sells,
They’re always there –
So eager –
And willing to buy.
He Became a Force to them.
A permit to express,
The deepest forms of bigotry –
No need to now Suppress.
Thrown under the bus by Dementia Don.
Doesn’t remember what he said.
At rally, said he’d join with them.
Really, that’s what he said.
The March to Capitol lawn to far
Service detail brought him his car.
“Capitol lawn!”, he screamed to, “GO!”.
Men in Black yelled “no, no, NO”.
Yesterday born all seemed to be,
Believing he’s God’s right hand.
His every word a Parable,
They’re unable to understand.
They followed his words to the Tee.
He left them on their own, you see.
Now rushing to the CAPITOL
He must catch them on TV.
While watching all in dining hall,
With smile upon his face –
A gallows was erected there,
for Pence to know his place.
You said you would be joining us,
And march to Capitol Lawns.
A toll it took upon us all,
Becoming Don’s Royal Pawns
In your checkered game of chess
To keep secrets and your might –
You hide the Constitution –
An apparition in your sight
Our Democracy depends on Courts,
To uphold our laws. It’s true.
But ignoring the truths in front of them
Seems mainly what some do.
Supreme Court liars on precedence,
Like ghosts of Christmas past
We need to shine a light on them,
To make our Country last.
Political Landscape
American Watercolor
Transparent Sheen
Brilliant Colors
Blended Hues
Multiple Shades
Easily washed away
Our Constitution
A Drop-cloth
Late Arrival
Drips Splash
Spills Smear
Apathy’s Consequence
Muddied Truth
Sullied America
Clock Ticking
Alarm RINGING!!!!!!!!!
WAKE UP!
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Pillow-Man very Twitty.
And his pillows now deplete.
His evidence not showing,
Would now, bring him to defeat.
Pillow-Man such a ditty –
If only he’d confess.
Judgment by a jury,
Brought “De Fame” in such LARGESS.
Pillow-Man not so Pretty,
As he now begins to bleat.
“Judgment now – is upon me,
Don; I’m kneeling at your feet.”
Pillow-Man is now praying.
It hurts him to the core.
“Give me cash so I can pay them.
I beg you. I implore.”
Pillow-Man now is fleeing.
Lawyers left him in the dirt.
Don snidely snubbed him.
Such delight – a just dessert.
Pillow-Man is just not seeing,
What most know to be true.
The election was not stolen,
So, it’s just – that he was sued.
Pillow-Man now is reeling,
With debt that he must pay.
His support for the Donald –
He’ll regret to – dying day.
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For safety reason a net’s required
And THE GREAT BANDINI, soon retired,
All pumped up and now inspired,
Must have his last best show.
And falling into open arms;
He wonders if he’ll miss.
Attention spans are fleeting.
Distractions can do harm.
And slipping, missing
Outstretched arms,
He falls to earth
with loud alarm.
To please this crowd
And make them cry…
No net tonight…
BANDINI……. Goodbye!
Poem and illustrations by RKO ©2023
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The hounds are all baying.
The President’s praying.
That all will be right in his world.
For he is now fearing
That Fox is now peering,
At tax returns hid long ago.
Now they might find that,
He thought at the time that,
No one would notice his scam.
He hid all that he could.
Much more than he should.
All the nickels and dimes.
And then all the crimes.
Misdemeanors he thought.
But when he is now caught
It’s more than that they will find.
For he is the deal maker,
A con artist, a mere faker.
With “High Crimes and Treason”,
He’s charged.
It’s not just the taxes.
It’s emails and faxes,
From the Kremlin
That are tied to him.
Laundry that’s not clean,
Will ruin the best scheme,
Revealing crimes so it seems.
Impeachment will start then.
And judgment will come when,
Revealed are his guilt and his guile.
He still thinks he did well,
But wall he could not sell.
And soon he’ll walk his last mile.