RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP
Cooking the Books
If you don’t like the message
Kill the messenger
If you don’t like the numbers
Cook the books
Pretty soon you’ve got no messengers
Pretty soon there are only sycophants
Bobble headed yes men
Afraid to tell the truth
The war is lost, your majesty.
Off with his head!
Your program is a travesty.
Take a pill and go to bed!
He’s a mob boss not a king
He rules by fear and terror
If he wants to wear a ring
You will be the ring bearer
What kind of man is this?
To tell us how we feel
He may tell us this is bliss
But we know it isn’t real
(Trump fires head of the
Bureau of Labor Statistics)
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