Crazy, Crazy Madmen

The madmen have been given charge
The nation rests with them
Madmen Inc.
Have you ever seen such crazy men?

One at the top
One at his right
Others scattered throughout
Crazy, crazy madmen
Crazies out and about

The Sun Rises and the Fury Begins

The sun rises and the fury begins
His comments and actions
Stir up a hornet's nest
He rages against the world
And we wonder if he's possessed

His mouth spits like a snake
His tongue strikes in and out
All that he says stirs up trouble
And everywhere he goes
Becomes a burning, boiling bubble

This is just two weeks in
And it's been this way since day one
He's got the world in turmoil
He's got everyone on the run

From the Rich to the Poor

From the rich to the poor:
Here's our garbage
Please, take it off our hands
Litter and rubbish
Don't belong
Anywhere on our lands

The poor can cry
And he can squeal
But he has no say
In the deal

Is this a country based on justice?
A land of fairness for all?
Why, then, are those principles
So often gone AWOL? 

The Resistance Remains

The election was lost but the Resistance remains
It is not time to sound the retreat
Battles are lost while wars remain
It's not time to concede defeat

The Art of Making Enemies

The Art of the Deal has a new edition
The Art of Making Enemies, it's called
The new edition has hit the stands
Now that the new president has been installed

Columbia, Mexico, and Brazil
Canada, Iceland, and Panama
And we'll be adding others as soon
As we figure out how to claim they're breaking our law

Talk about ruffling feathers
Trump is shaking the globe
He says, Deal with me and deal my way
Cause I'm the one wearing the robe

King Don once wrote a book
Called the Art of the Deal
Don't know if they read it in Iceland
But his new book should make them squeal 

 Perhaps Just a Cold War

The cold war is just beginning
And we can hope it doesn't blossom into real war
The enemy in our sights?
That would be the world's poor

Immigrants we send home
Deporting them from our land
And the home countries better take them back
Or face our harsh demands

Tariffs? 
We've already warned of that
So, do exactly as we say
And the tariffs won't be too fat

Extortion?
Yes, that's about what we're doing
And though it probably won't reach war
You have to wonder if war is brewing

We shout at them
They shout back
The southern nations aren't backing down
They don't seem to fear our attack

A war of words is what it is now
With the shouting back and forth
A cold war is all it is going to be
Unless soldiers venture forth

The Man Named Donald

He's always been known as Donald Trump
And I guess that's because it's his name
And seldom in the years we've known
Has there been a man of such fame

Good? Bad? Which would you say?
Would you say he's an all-right guy?
Or would you say he's totally bad?
Well, my friend, what will be your reply?

Donald Trump is his name
And being president's his game
No greater name in all the land
Now, does that name stand for good or bad?
Is he terrible or grand?

 It's Coming Home

The new guy running State
That would be Mark Rubio
Has announced an end to foreign aid
He says it's gotta go

We're not here to help
But we'll listen to you yelp
Beg and beg, if you will
But like I said
We're not here to help

Our money's coming home
It's coming home to us
We don't care how much you cry
We don't care how much you fuss

A Cowboy's a Cowboy

A patriot on a horseback is cowboy
Though he has to change his clothes to fight in a war
Changing stirrups and chaps for camouflage gear 
The cowboy's ready for trouble and more

He'll be on the front lines, leading the charge
He'll be the guard in the dead of the night
He'll be in the trenches, covered with mud
The soldier you want in a dogfight

But the cowboy's a cowboy even at war
He doesn't forget his roots on the range
He didn't give up protecting the herd
In the hat-for-a-helmet exchange

 

 Take it Easy, America

Take it easy, America
Listen to the sand
Listen to the wind
No need for hysteria

Easy, easy, America
Still the nation of the free
Listen to the wind 
As it blows through the tree

All things blow away
Tomorrow is not today
Storms will end
And our nation mend

Listen to the wind
Listen to the wind

Feather in his Hat

Trump has a feather
A feather in his hat
He has the gift of gab
He has the gift of chat

His followers are listeners
They love to hear him talk
They like listening
To him around the clock 

 In the Arms of Trump

Tomorrow is in the arms of Trump
His promise is to make America great
The door to the future swings open
And he must guide us through the gate

There are those of us who doubt
Those of us who fear
He won't better our land
So, we see no cause to cheer

Real Change Perhaps Yet Down the Road

 Some questions will not be answered as Donald Trump ascends to the presidency. We are told he will sign about 200 executive orders, many of which will address the migrant population and energy -- things perhaps a little more achievable than, say, whether he will jail his political opponents and refuse to leave office when his term is up.
  In other words, our fear of his becoming a dictator is not likely to be realized in the short future.
  Will he seek greater influence over the courts and the Department of Justice? If so, how quickly will that happen?
  How quickly will he move on annexing Greenland, Canada, and the Panama Canal?
  What will he do to end the Ukrainian War - and when?
  When will the tariffs go into effect?
  What will a revamped Department of Education look like? Or will it be around at all?
  Come Tuesday morning, will we wake up to a changed world? With a host of executive orders anticipated, things will not be the same.
   But the real change will probably yet be down the road. 

The Edge of America's Future

America is on the edge of its future
A morning and a half away
Make America Great Again
Will greet us on that day

The World of MAGA is excited
But the World of Woke is not
The Wokers are fearful
That the world has just been shot

The Wokers are wise
You can see it in their eyes
They are rightly fearful
Of freedom's demise

Colors of Life

Blue is the color of the sky
Green would be the grass and trees
Gold the color of the moon
But there's no color for a gentle breeze

Plowed soil is colored brown
Flags are red, white and blue
Rainbows come in many colors
Black and white is the zebra in the zoo

The world we live in is beautiful
Because of the colors of life
So, let us thank the Lord
For giving us a world so nice 

 The Resistance 

When Trump won the election
There were soldiers willing to fight on
They marched against the oppressor
Not willing to let freedom be gone

Some in California
Where the governor sought to 'Trump-proof' his state
Some in Illinois
Where the governor said you must come through me, mate

Others across the land
Joined to defy the king
Call them the resistance
For they fought against the oppression
That Trump seeks to bring

Shock and Awe

Shock and awe are coming
Shock and awe will be Monday
Edicts plenty await us
On the day after Sunday

He might put so many in place
There won't be need for more
You will be waiting for a dictator
When he's already gone through the door

Greenland awaits us with its Minerals

   With global warming comes the melting of ice in Greenland. And with the melting of ice in Greenland, comes the availability of more minerals.

   That's right: the mineral resources that have been covered by ice are being exposed. And it is no small haul of minerals that awaits. Isn't it ironic that the fossil industry that is causing so much of the global warming, now stands to benefit from it?

  Also, let us not forget President Trump (if I can start calling him president three days ahead of his taking office) is pro-fossil fuels. With him wanting to buy Greenland, it piques our interest. If Greenland remains independent of the U.S., Trump will be obliged to follow his tariff promises.
 
   But if it becomes a territory of the U.S., Trump might be more likely to do business with it minus the tariffs. 

 Trump's Impact was Great

   The biggest news of the day is that the hostages will be released; the second biggest is deciding who should get more credit -- Biden or Trump. Oh, you can say it doesn't matter who gets credit, just be happy they are being released.

   But curious minds want to know.

   Trump announced the peace agreement before Biden. He had warned that if the hostages were not released before he took office, "all hell will break out." He had an envoy working for the peace treaty.

   Who know who had "greater" impact, but Trump's influence was significant.

    

Are Russians Behind This?

 Word is, the Russians are behind the idea of the U.S. buying Greenland out. They planted it in the ear of Sen. Tom Cotton, and Cotton forwarded the idea to Donald Trump.
  If that is true, it is striking: The Russians ... the Russians are behind this? 

 A CONVERSATION WITH MY GOVERNMENT

  "Hello, government. I'm calling about your decision to give those three sisters a year's stay here. You know, the three who were to be deported in a week."

  "Yes."
  "Yes. I need you to answer me some questions. I need to know which laws are being used, so I'll know if you're going about this in the right way."
 I see. And, may I ask who you are?"
  "Well, I'm John Jackson."
  "Are you a member of the media?"
  "No, I'm John Jackson."
  "You've reached our media relations department. I'm afraid you need to be a member of the media if I'm to help you."
 "I see. Well, I looked through your website and you don't have anyone else I can contact. Yours is the only phone number the agency lists."
 "Yes."
 "I'm one of your stockholders, so I thought maybe it would be okay if I called, even if I'm not a member of the press."
 "What do you mean you are a stockholder? Actually, the government doesn't have stockholders."
   "Actually, it does. Well, maybe not in the strict sense of the term, but this is my government, and I run it."
   "I see. I wonder who appointed you to such a high position."
   "Abraham Lincoln did."
   "Abraham Lincoln?"
   "Yes, he was giving something called the Gettysburg Address and he said something about government of the people, by the people, and for the people. That would be me."    
   "I see."
  "Ever since then, I've pretty much thought of this as my government."
  "I see. Well, you're not a member of the press. Do you realize what a nightmare it would be if we tried to take calls from everyone in the public, answering every question they have? We simply don't have time."
   "Make time. I'm one of your stockholders."
   "Have you filed a Freedom of Information inquiry?"
   "Too much paperwork. I'm a stockholder. I'll just call you up and you'll answer my questions. It's a lot simpler that way."
   "I see. If you were a member of the press, I'd be glad to help you."
   "What if I were a congressman, or a mayor or head of a government agency?"
   "Yes, I suppose I could help you then."
   "Well, those are my people. Think of them as my minions, if you will. I tell them what to do."
   "I see."
   "I don't like the way you think you only have to answer to them. And, I especially don't appreciate the way you think you only have to answer to the press."
   "Well, yes, like I said, we've only got time to answer to so many people. The press represents you in getting information."
   "I didn't elect them. I never gave the press permission to take anything from me."
   "And, what are they taking from you?"
   "My right to talk to you, to get some answers. You said you'd help me if I were a member of the press, but since I'm not, you're not going to help me."
   "But, this is media relations . . ."
   "The press doesn't run this country. I do. So, I'm going to have to ask you to quit answering so much to them and start answering more to me."
  At that point, the government hung up on me. I was left thinking that if government truly were government of the people, by the people and for the people, then, yes, it would make information more accessible to us, the public.

What is Peace - Top Ten Definations

1. Peace is but the pause between two wars.
2. It is a period of time when both sides run out of weapons and are awaiting more.
3. It is the brief moment when each side wonders if war is wrong, but then shakes themselves out of it, saying, 'That's nonsense!"
4. It's Christmas Day, and there was war the day before Christmas and there will be war the day after.
5. It is when adults walk into the room and tell the children to quit fighting.
6. It is a period of recovering from wounds, so they can go back and get some more.
7. It's when they get so confused and dizzy, they can't find the enemy to shoot at him.
8. It's waiting for a break in the weather.
9. It is the deep of night and too many shots are missing because they cannot see what they are shooting at, so they decide to wait till morning when they can see better.
10. It's the day Satan feels repentant -- as if that will ever happen. 

Don't Let Him

We've had a president who wasn't good for us
Who's set to rule again
And if we let him have his way
Things will be dark as sin

 

 Washington Warned Us in the Most Solemn Manner

 The America of today, deeply divided by political parties, is the America George Washington warned against.
  Actually, he warned against political parties, period, warning us "in the most solemn manner." 
   And we, collectively as a nation, left his words at the podium where he offered them, walking away from that farewell address to join into political parties. And, we've been in them ever since, often having as much loyalty to them as we do for the nation, itself.
   If Washington's words, by chance, could echo down through the years, what would they tell us? They would tell us that for governments, the spirit of political parties "is truly their worst enemy."
   He said, "worst enemy," but we didn't listen. We didn't listen then, and we're not listening now.
   In that great address, Washington warned of "the danger of parties."
   He warned "against the baneful effects of the spirit of party."
   He warned against the "alternate domination" of one party over the other, "sharpened by the spirit of revenge."
   He warned that their fights might result in "the most horrid enormities" and become, in themselves, "a frightful despotism."
   He warned against "combinations and associations," including groups championing the interests of the various regions of the country.
   He warned of "artful and enterprising" people being in such groups.
   He warned such combinations and associations could "become potent engines by which cunning, ambitious and unprincipled men" would rise to power.
   He warned such groups could cause divisions among the people. Their "designing men may endeavor to excite" differences among the people, he said.
   He warned that parties "tend to render alien to each other those who ought to be bound together."
    As if he could foresee the campaigns of our day, he warned such groups would "misrepresent the opinions and aims" of others.
   He warned that such groups would "put in place of the delegated will of the nation, the will of a party."
   He said the spirit of party, "is a spirit not to be encouraged." 
   He closed his comments on parties by saying, "A fire not to be quenched, it (the spirit of parties) demands a uniform vigilance to prevent its bursting into a flame, lest, instead of warming, it should consume."
   Washington characterized his warnings "as the warnings of a parting friend." His farewell address is replete with these warnings against political parties. They are warnings that have gone unheeded. Instead of discouraging parties, we have embraced them.
   Perhaps there remains room to speculate whether Washington would not have had us join parties at all, nor to have had us run for office on them. We only know he spake so gravely ill of them in his farewell address, and said a wise people would "discourage and restrain" the spirit of party.
   And, we know he, himself, walked the talk. He is the only president ever elected without a party.

 So Unstable

A man so unstable
Is ascending the throne
This man won't be good for us
He's bad to the bone

He's twisted, he's wicked
But we elected him, the same
Mr. Badman, that is his name

First Three Letters

He is the first three letters in a lot of words:
Con-torted
Con-ceited
Con-trolling

He is the first three letters in all of these words:
Con-desending
Con-trary
Con-tentious

He's the first three letters in each of the words:
Con-cerning
Con-spiring
Con-vict

Conspiring, controlling
He's a convict
We know where he'll take us
We all can predict

Donald's a convict
Donald's a con
He as our president
Is certainly wrong

 

 All in the Name of a Flag

In the name of a flag
They pour hatred on their fellow men
In the name of a flag
They become bitter toward their own kin
All in the name of a flag

In the name of a flag
They speak lies of each other at night
And in the name of that flag
Come day, they continue to fight

All through the day and all through the night
They tell you who's wrong
And they tell you who's right

They wave the flag in each other's face
And their words are filled with profanity's lace
All in the name of a flag

In the name of a flag
Wonder, if you will
How they bicker and fight
Up on Capitol Hill
All in the name of a flag

Not Made of Walls

Freedom is not made of walls
And not made of wires
It dampens not hope
But only inspires

It's a border of hope
And not one of hate
It reaches across the border
Saying, "Come on in, mate"

As much as it keeps out
The border lets in
As long as a background check
Finds no crime and no sin

The border should not deny
Those seeking peace
It should be the place
Where their troubles do cease  

Sunshine in China

The sun shines in China, the same as in the U.S.
Yes, there's work and play and joy and happiness
And there's partying, games and shows
See, life sometimes is fine -- sorry, but its time that we confess

I've been to Iran and Iraq; I found the people noble
I've been to the land of Vladimir Putin's ruble
I've Vacationed in Kamchatka
And made many friends while in Chernobyl

I know there is injustice, and I know that it abounds
Sometimes you feel like a hare in a land of nasty hounds
But sometimes life is normal, sometimes the sun comes out
Sometimes there are even children, laughing in playgrounds 

From God, with Love

The ocean is a poem
The mountains and meadows are
Farmlands and skylines
From Tokyo to Madagascar 

Then, there are the heavens
The stars in the universe
Everything there is
Is part of this verse

God wrote the poem
He sent it from above
He signed it at the bottom
"From God, with love" 

The Heart and the Smile

The heart and the smile went walking
Through the fields of grain
They passed by the old pump
Then circled back home again

They looked in the barn at the animals
They greeted ole Shep and the cats 
Everything was great on the farm where they lived
So, they fell asleep on the grass

Don't Blame the Gun

Don't blame drugs for the drug addict
Don't blame an airplane for an air accident
And don't blame the gun for a murder

Don't blame a bomb for an explosion
Don't blame a mopped floor for a fall
And don't blame the gun for a murder

Don't blame pesticides for poison
Don't blame cars for pollution
And don't blame the gun for a murder

Don't blame the horse when you're bucked off
Don't blame the water if you drown
And don't blame the gun for a murder

No Safe Level

There is no safe level of alcohol
Not even one glass of wine
Just the same, I suppose it's better
Than drinking turpentine

Fill your cup and drink it up
Then sit it back on the table
Then, try to stand up straight 
I don't think you'll be able

They say alcohol kills brain cells
And I suppose, that's true
But you'll be pretty surprised
If I told you what else it can do

Just like cigarettes
Alcohol can cause cancer
So, switching from one to the other
I don't think is the answer 

Billionaires and Followers

There are billions of reasons for this
And billionaires are just one
 But there are billions of people
Who support what's been done 

A nation ruined by billionairess
And their billions of followers
The billionaires give the orders
And theirs are tall orders

The billions down beneath
The billions who follow them? 
They've got billions of foolish reasons
For following all of 'em

 

Hero with a Flaw

A hero has a flaw
Now, we've seen this so many times
But I'll just mention two
Just two of these crimes

First, there's Jimmy Carter
A true and Christian soul
But he was perhaps partly guilty
Of El Salvador's death toll

Then, we think of Christopher
Christopher Columbus, was his name
He discovered America
And for that he gained his fame

But what is this?
He took some natives back with him
And turned them into slaves
Oh, Columbus! How awful and how grim!

Until the Enemy Rots

And the fall begins
The fall of America's press
The right wing will be preserved
But he will destroy the rest

In a winnable case
ABC gave up
What they did
Should make you throw up

George Stephanopoulos
You know him
Our new president 
Is tearing him from limb to limb

George said Trump was found 
“Liable for rape”
Now Trump wants
George's mouth to be taped 

A biographer of Donald
Once said he wasn't a billionaire
Trump is suing for that
He says it wasn't fair

Just the beginning
Are these two shots
Trump will keep firing
Until the enemy rots

America's Putin

Just another Putin
Born on American soil
You think our nation and dictatorships
Mix like water and oil

Somehow, you think we're immune
From having such a ruler in this land of ours
We have a constitution
That doesn't grant such powers

But don't forget this man
Once suggested the Constitution be set aside
And the people didn't object
Most were on his side

It's happened abroad
It can happen here
A Putin on our soil
Is something we should fear 

Or is it a Wild and Crazy Thought?

Does he want to rule the world?
Yes, maybe that's a wild and crazy thought
Before he could even get started
We'd surely have him caught

But sit back, think and consider
How he mirrors the world's strongmen
And each of them would conquer the world
Do we expect him to be better than them? 

 Footholds

He wants to rule the world, I guess
And he's eyeing some footholds, you know
Planning to take over Canada, Iceland, and the Panama Canal
I wonder if that will take a while

From there, who knows what conquests he has planned
Maybe he'll take Mexico
Who knows what countries he will eye next
Who knows where he will go

Sanity Escapes Him

Sanity escapes an insane man
Reality is never present
He wants to replace income tax with tariffs
And the results will not be pleasant

He argues there was a day
When tariffs were all that we had
And he will tell you we were better off then
Really, Mr. President, can you be so mad?

Poverty was rampant in America then
So, what is he talking about?
In a modern world, tariffs won't pay the bills
Of this, we have no doubt

So, write him off as insane
Our president-elect
He'll ruin our nation
He'll certainly leave it wrecked

 His Greatest Thrill

You were born in this country
The choice was not your own
But the immigrant chose to come here
Attracted like a loadstone

You take your citizenship for granted
He never will
For him, just being here
Is the greatest thrill

Living on the Same Soil

I've always thought of them as Americans
The immigrants from foreign lands
I know you don't want to call them that
For they come from foreign sands

But they live on the same soil
The same as you and me
And in that sense, they are Americans
Won't you please agree?

 Patriots Arrive on Our Shores

I've always thought of them as patriots
For the immigrants love this land
And they cherish everything it stands for
That's something you must understand

They love liberty
They love freedom of speech
It's the reason they come to America
The reason our shores, they reach