The Orange Conman
The orange conman disguised as Robin Hood
Has his minions in a trance
One hand grabbing pussy
The other in his pants.
You would not believe to see them roar
That he’d ever ripped them off.
Falsifying tax returns,
A sly wink and a cough.
Their sending in their ragged dollars
For him to stuff away.
Stringing them along
As he steals their hard-earned pay
Now the tip of this massive iceberg
Is coming into sight.
The tax is the beginning
Of a far larger blight.
The Russian connections are all there.
The mafia involvement too.
As the great orange blimp
Wonders what to do.
He claims it’s all seething politics
While feathering his nest.
But all those crooked deals
Are coming home to rest.
Meanwhile, the poisoned GOP
Is pawing at the ground,
Not knowing which way to turn
And where it might rebound.
Do they take the moral stance
Or pretend that it’s all good.
They’re finding out the orange blimp
Has been no Robin Hood.
History won’t treat him kindly
When the full extent is known.
Stripes or arrows are his choice.
Now throw the big dog a bone!
Like a smarmy TV evangelist
He strung them all along.
Spun them a story
That was really strong.
We’re going to make it great again
And drain that swamp as well.
But he was the swamp dog
Who was sending them to hell.
Putin and that Kim Yong Un
Were his closest friends
Promising World War Three
As the end descends.
With a bloody insurrection
To the sound of a rattling gun
The orange blimp is deflating
Now his race has run.
All that forever remains,
In the stink of that ugly tower,
The stench of a narcissist
Who had no finest hour.
Opher 4.4.2023
Will we ever get the full story of this crook? All his underhand deals, the underworld connections? The Russian porno tapes and all those scandals and lies? I doubt it. He’ll wriggle free.
If you’re a crook, no matter who you are, you should be locked up.