Earlier this week there was an opinion piece at the Washington Post (yes, I still hold onto my subscription, knee bending, ring kissing, weak spined weasel Jeff Bezos notwithstanding as this section of the paper still has actual opinions and hasn’t been forced to acquiesce just yet) that asked the question of James Comer, Chairman of the House Oversight Committee, why he hadn’t sought to investigate the corruption of Trump like he tried to do so fruitlessly and embarrassingly with Joe Biden for so long and so hard?
“The Biden Crime Syndicate” he extolled at the time with no hint of irony or projection or proof.
The piece was presaged on the notion that he would have a MUCH stronger case now to make for actual corruption charges of the nation’s highest office, just with Trump instead.
Well, of course, we all know the answer to that.
Crickets … (sorry, my dear Cricket the cat, don’t mean to drag you into the political fray by cliche sound effect association).
But it brought James Comer back to mind (apologies – no one wants that) and his sidekick, Jim (Gym – I saw nothing) Jordan and I recalled a little circus sounding tune I had done of him back in December of ’23.
Just a cool little circussy bed I had come across that fit the James Comer bill.
Well, I thought to revisit and update it with said circussy bed in hand.
That’s it.
The Trump Circus
The Trump Circus jack boots DC Halls in a stark
Broad daylight envision future so dark
As to be of dictator wannabe’s
They smile at cameras and say cheese
.
Don issues myriad Executive O’s
While keeping MAGA in cultish adoring throes
Destroyin’ democracy and with bleak intent
Autocracy low is the new US hope
.
Such dire – circumstance
.
And it’s always
Back to the staid
Excuse of a fake news
.
That they counter now
In State News fashion now
They have their own RT
.
This dog and pony show will hurt and will cut
Working class folks who are just outta luck
And programs already paid for by Uncle Sam
Enrich the rich
Lessers be damned
.
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
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The Trump Circus keeps jack booting ‘round Congress halls
And mocking any fearful calls
.
They have though now dropped true governing ball
Instead to fascist dreams of which they are so enthralled
Weaponized law is now theirs to command
While cartoon lapdogs play along and wear tutu’s on demand
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The Trump Circus jack boots under nationalist tent
The megaphone word salads of his true intent
Of mimicking fascist friends to glory his own head
And crown it with gold at country’s expense
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