But He’s A Liar
The politician speaks with his forked tongue
Telling lies to everyone
Tells me he’s the only one
Who can get anything done
That he loves everyone;
Tells me Jesus had a gun
‘n that he’s really God’s son
While waving an artillery gun
But he’s a liar.
I despise him. I despise him. I despise him so much.
I despise him.
His breath smells like a lavatory
As he talks of setting people free
How wonderful it’s all going to be
While spreading vile conspiracy
And suppressing student literacy
Through dumb education policy
Suppressing votes most happily
While promising the earth to you and me
But he’s a liar.
I despise him. I despise him. I despise him so much.
I despise him.
He’s making more money than a film star
Driving around in his flashy car
Says he’s gonna be the new Czar
Spouting bitumen and fire
From the back of a boxcar
But all his predictions are dire
All his solutions are just bizarre
They’re not gonna get us very far
But he’s a liar.
I despise him. I despise him. I despise him so much.
I despise him.
He’s telling me he’s gonna make the country great
Promising us a better fate
Warning us not to wait
We’ll soon be waiting at God’s gate
Our enemies he’ll decimate
We’ll no longer be second-rate
All receive a hefty tax rebate
All who disagree can disappear and procreate.
But he’s a liar.
I despise him. I despise him. I despise him so much.
I despise him.
He’s singing the national anthem very loud
Of his country he’s very proud
Foreigners should not be allowed
Before the enemy he’ll be unbowed
We could all walk tall in any crowd
He’ll protect us with his mushroom cloud
Before him we should all be wowed
To us everything is vowed
But he’s a liar.
I despise him. I despise him. I despise him so much.
I despise him.
Opher – 17.8.2022
I wrote this with more than a nod to Bob Dylan. The politician could be Trump, Bolsonaro, Johnson, Erdogan, Oban, Modi, any of the loathsome Tory ERG and all populist, fascist scum.
Zaporzhzhia – Let’s Dice With Nuclear Death
Let’s dice with nuclear death.
Winning is more important than life.
Who cares about the future
When war’s stupid madness is rife?
For Putin is using blackmail;
Handing out his nuclear threats.
Insanely heading for meltdown.
Telling us Russia would have no regrets.
Zaporzhzhia could be the name we’ll remember
If Putin lets it blow.
He’s using it as a gambling chip,
Unleashing terror just so we’ll know.
He’s offering us a nuclear cloud
Designed to fill us with fear.
Another horrendous Chernobyl
Whose cost would be exceedingly dear.
There is no end to madness
When the powerful lock their horns.
The world becomes a huge chess set
And we’re the expendable pawns.
Opher – 20.8.2022