The Artful Codger

I’m not “CHARLES DICKEN” around.
With this poem you have found.

Be astounded and astute.
On this journey we are bound.

I am the “Artful Codger” –
A Pickpocket in M.A.G.A. Crowd.

Surely, I’m a thief, –
For stealing their belief.

Releasing them from –
The Church of DON.

Diverting them from –
The path they’re on.

Explaining things like –
Right from wrong.

Retrieving them from –
The TRIP they’re on.

Restoring to them –
A sanity gone.

Revealing to all –
Cult leader’s CON.

Reprieving them from –
LITIGATIONS LONG.

Concealing them from
COP-A-FEEL DON.

NO MORE PLEASE! –
HE yells from CELL.

The story you tell.
Will not break my spell.

For I am Rasputin.
Spitter of lies.

I will win all –
As this Country DIES.