Surrounded by Sycophants

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP DAZE

 

Surrounded by Sycophants

 

You surround yourself with sycophants

And wonder how it went wrong

No one who dares to say you can’t

They all sing the same old song

 

Don’t you wish you had your father

To tell you what to do?

No sycophants will bother

To set it straight but it’s true

 

Every day you tell yourself

You are doing what is right

And every day they bathe you

In the glory of false light

 

But deep within the truth reveals

A frightened little man

Who thinks his very word can heal

But he fails to understand

 

When you’re surrounded by sycophants

You will never hear the truth

You may think you’re Honest Abe

But you’re really John Wilkes Booth

 

DEI (Diversity, Equity, Inclusion)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN POLITICS

 

DEI

 

Diversity is not a vice

White people are not oppressed

Here’s a little sound advice

Diversity drives success

 

Equity is not a sin

It literally means fair

Where does common sense begin?

Is there something in the air?

 

Inclusion is the way to be

The best that we can do

As anyone can plainly see

Engaging many points of view

 

We know what this is all about

And merit is not it

Rage against but have no doubt

The reason for this fit

 

They want us all to place the blame

On the people they don’t like

The darker ones by any name

The ones who are not white

 

(Trump bans DEI in government.)

 

US Against the World

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN POLITICS

 

US Against the World

 

He won’t stand for any opposition

At any time or any place

He’ll knock you down with great volition

Then he’ll throw it in your face

 

He is the king of all he sees

On every subject he knows best

There is no island he can’t seize

To rule the planet is his quest

 

Do you dare to call him brutal?

He will show you what it means

All attempts to calm him futile

He acts just like an impulsive teen

 

He will strike out anyone

Friends and enemies are the same

All who live beneath the sun

Must bow down to his name

 

Not content to rule one nation

He alone would have it all

All the earth in subjugation

The rise before a fatal fall

 

(Trump sanctions the ICC.)

The Great Purge

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP DAZE

 

The Great Purge

 

The purge has begun

On holocaust remembrance day

Thousands of migrant workers

Detained and sent their way

Venezuelans and Columbians

Mexicans who came to stay

The government purges bureaucrats

The military purges trans

Justice purges Democrats

There’s fear throughout the land

 

As the purge is taking hold

We begin to understand

It’s a purge of young and old

A hiring freeze and ban

The agents of immigration

Are breaking down the doors

Without warrant or invitation

It’s an immigration war

They’re just following orders

But it’s rotten to the core

 

You Own It (Don't Complain)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP

 

You Own It (Don’t Complain)

 

Hyperinflation fed by tariffs

An acute shortage of farm workers

An outbreak of bird flu

A loss of worker gains

You voted for it

You own it

Don’t complain

 

The annexation of Georgia

The rise of dictatorship

The decline of democracy

The end of Ukraine

You voted for it

You own it

Don’t complain

 

Chains of hurricanes

Storms of mass destruction

The collapse of coastal cities

Flood and fire uncontained

You voted for it

You own it

Don’t complain

 

You may not care about immigrants

You may not care about free speech

You may not care about voting rights

But you all will feel the pain

You voted for it

You own it

Don’t complain

 

Nullification (14th Amendment)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

Nullification

 

If the president can nullify the constitution

With the waving of his pen

Erase the founders’ contribution

Just how can we pretend?

There is no constitution at all

 

If the president by his decree

With the power of the gods and fate

Can tell us what the law will be

Then the constitution of the United States

In all its vaunted majesty must fall

 

If the Court upholds this grievous act

To expose our constitution’s flaw

Then they become political hacks

Without regard for the rule of law

Then they’ve betrayed us all

 

A person born in freedom’s land

Is a citizen by entitled right

He should not fear to take a stand

Or hide or from the law take flight

All citizens stand brave and tall

 

(Trump negates birthright citizenship

by executive decree.)

 

The Split

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP DAZE

The Split (Trump v. Musk)

 

The overlords are splitting up

Before they’ve had a chance

To drink from the victory cup

To celebrate the great romance

Of MAGA and the billionaires

Who grabbed the rings of power

The old school lords now sit and stare

While the tech lords seize the tower

 

The split is like a major quake

A divide that only grows

When will the chosen leader wake

The people want to know

And whose side will he take?

The side of Musk or that of Bannon?

What difference will it make?

Could we toss them in a canyon?

 

There’s trouble everywhere you look

They don’t know what to do

No one wrote it in their book

Take either side you lose

One side will give you wealth

Beyond your wildest dreams

The other made you president

Now how much does that mean?

 

So take a peek at history

See how this story ends

It’s really not a mystery

There’s nothing left to spend

You cannot close the great divide

You cannot right this wrong

When you choose to stand with one side

It’s the last note of your song

The Trump Method

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

The Trump Method

 

The Trump method is simple

He doesn’t tell a common lie

He doesn’t engage in fabrication

He lets the simple truth fly by

By death he means salvation

He gives the opposite of truth a try

 

Elon Musk is Donald’s minion

Though he was late to get on board

He never offers an opinion

That doesn’t blend with Trump’s discord

 

What he says about those others

He really means about his own

When he says the crowd is huge

He might be standing all alone

 

When he says he’ll save democracy

You should know he means to end it

What he loves is pure autocracy

The republic? He won’t defend it

 

It is all about the big lie

The bigger it is the better

He likes his ham on rye

Don’t say why, it might upset her

 

Too Much

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: DONALD TRUMP

Too Much

 

We used to wonder why they showed him so much

Now we wonder why they show him so little

The man is desperately out of touch

Like a hoedown without a fiddle

 

If it wasn’t so critical he’d have my pity

He is rapidly losing his mind

In every town and every city

His simple reasoning is hard to find

 

The world is balanced on the edge of a cliff

It is barreling swiftly out of control

We dare not ask what would happen if

It was up to a man who is not whole

 

We have watched him unravel over the years

We have seen the decline of his brain

We must acknowledge our darkest fears

Before our nation goes down the drain

 

We know it will happen to the best of us

It can be hard for us to accept

But the time will come as come it must

To understand he’s beyond his depth

 

The Crypto King

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP DAZE

The Crypto King

 

The con of all cons

Like an Edsel with wings

Let’s hear it for the Don!

The crypto currency king

 

He sold us the golden shoes

Trading cards and magic rings

How can we ever lose?

He’s the crypto currency king

 

He’s lost more money than anyone

He’s run a thousand stings

He’ll pass it all to his elder son

The new crypto currency king

 

Crypto is the king of cons

It’s a currency for crooks

Let’s give it up to the Don

And open up his books

 

He’ll take your hard-earned cash

He’ll do a dance and sing

He’ll put the proceeds in his stash

He’s the crypto currency king

(Trump starts a new crypto currency.)

 

Words Fail

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

Words Fail

 

I don’t know what you learned in school

The Civil War was right against wrong

It was not a primeval dual

The Bill of Rights is not a song

We oppose a one-man rule

We’re better off if we get along

Fascism is never cool

In unity we are strong

 

When he says he will imprison those

Who oppose his infallible will

That is how fascism rose

It is clearly with us still

Everyone with an open mind knows

As our measure of outrage fills

The threat to our republic grows

They are closing for the kill

 

We will not give up the fight

We will stand on solid ground

We will keep our foes in sight

We will keep our friends around

We will bind our cause to the light

Until at last we’re homeward bound

The Artist

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

The Artist

 

He’ll tell you what you want to hear

Then he’ll take a step too far

Take a breath and buy a beer

Take a ride in his new car

 

So you like the blues do ya?

BB King was his best friend

Don’t believe it? What’s it to ya?

He was in the room at BB’s end

 

So you like to shoot some pool?

Did I tell you about the time

I took Minnesota Fats to school

In some joints that’s a crime

 

Did you mention Marilyn Monroe?

I took her to a summer dance

She was gorgeous but a little slow

We had a short but sweet romance

 

I had a chance to be the man

One step away from being King

I had the money, I had the brand

And lemme tell ya, I could sing …

 

I’m not the man you think I am

I’m the one who got away

I took the reins of Uncle Sam

I’ll be back again some day

 

The Nixon Rule

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN JUSTICE

The Nixon Rule

 

“When the president does it, that means

it is not illegal.” Richard Nixon

 

Are we prepared for what follows?

 

If the president is granted blanket immunity

for official acts even beyond his term as

president, what is to stop the next president

from purging the body politic of enemies and

adversaries alike?

 

If the next president is the man of Mar-a-Lago,

the purge will be immediate and revenge

will be ruthless.

 

The Department of Justice will be the president’s

personal hit squad, formulating a hit list and

taking all who oppose him out by all means

necessary, legal and illegal.

 

The Proud Boys could be deputized to the

dirty work of punishing demonstrators and

standing guard over voting precincts.

 

Truth Social could be declared the official

state media and all other media could be

sued out of existence by draconian bans on

slandering our dear leader.

 

There is no end to the damage our dear

leader could do to our democracy.

 

It is easy to lose democracy.

It is hard to get it back. 

 

Justice Denied

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN JUSTICE

Justice Delayed

 

For those who consider him a fool

He knows how the game is played

Maybe he faked his way through school

But justice denied is justice delayed

 

There are many ways to push back time

His lawyers know how it’s done

A thousand documents at deadline

This is how their cause is won

 

They don’t have to escape the blame

They don’t have to win on the law

They just have to delay the game

It’s a monster made out of straw

 

You’d think we would have learned

Our patience and nerves are frayed

Play their game and you might get burned

For justice denied is justice delayed

 

Don’t look now, it’s turned around

We’re on the other side

Looking in and wondering how

Justice delayed is justice denied

 

The Greatness of the Don

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

The Greatness of the Don

 

No one but the Don

Could have proven with such certainty

The abject failure of public education

 

No one but the Don

The Don and only the Don

Could have demonstrated the failure

Of representative democracy

 

No one but the Don

A genius in his own mind

Could have proven beyond doubt

The ignorance of the masses

 

We may point the finger of blame

At a myriad of random factors

A convergence of the planets

An alignment of the stars

The flaws of a two-party system

The folly of the Electoral College

The corruption of the body politick

A spell of mass delusion

Yet the truth remains:

No one but the Don could have

Brought the message home

 

The choice we now face is whether

To confirm the greatness of the Don

Or return to the greatness of America:

The ideal, the hope, the dream

 

Dictator Lite

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

Dictator Lite

 

Tell the people out there

You don’t want to be a dictator.

I do! I do! But only for a day!

Build the wall! Drill baby drill!

 

Tell the people you’ll try to be fair.

I will. I will. But don’t get in my way!

Finish the wall! Chill baby chill!

 

Are you in your right mind?

I am. I am. But not to stay!

If I have the power there’s a price to pay!

They tell me that’s ridiculous

That it doesn’t work that way

But I’m saying it does

Dictator for a day!

Drill baby drill! Would you like to play?

 

I can turn it off and I can turn it on!

If you’re not with the ticket, baby,

Get lost! You’re gone!

I’ll be your worst nightmare!

I’ll be tough and strong!

You’ve gotta love it baby

Or you don’t belong!