Hi and welcome to the Attic, I'm Frankenberry of said Blog Title and I write of just my everyday here, sometimes funny, sometimes heartfelt, sometimes angry, sometimes funny again because, well, who don't like funny, thoughts on getting older and sometimes stuff that's just kinda shit. I pen and sing the occasional parody tune and other songs, sometimes I even get a little bit poetic or short story-etic or something like that. If you're joining me here I thank you, but just mind your head and feet and keep an eye out for my little Bella and Cricket The Blind as well as the memories of Raspberry (Razzy), Mimi the Quirky, of Blink The Lil' Kit, Grayson the Mighty, Shoes the Big Orange, Shana-Girl, Benny Good Man Benny Brown, Merlin & Bob. Wouldn't want you step on them or anything … 'cause then I might just have to throw you down the stairs … damned humans.
Author: Stephen J Frankenberry
Just some guy in a Pirates hat, couple'o cats and this spot
Early last month there was a prompt atdVerse poets that talked of boxes and to write something of such. The idea has been sitting with me, what box might I have that holds thoughts, things, ideas, history?
Now I am envious of all my new found friends at the dVerse site that can word as they do and do so well and I know that there is a muscle that needs to be re-worked, exercised, a poetry muscle, but it’s been a while for such. So stretching is in order, grab the back of my sneaks with a lean on whatever is there for that lean, wipe the bottom of those sneaks with a hand just to make sure they’re fresh then go for a run.
Anyway, to boxes …
Cigar Box
Cigar box
that told me I was adult
enough
granted one
smelling of old men and oft smelled stories
drifting
high curls in kingly fathom
street side tavern sidewalks
confident legs holding court
in hard backed simple chairs
crossed in plumes legs of sitting smoke at hand’s burning hip
that hung like clouds wishing rain
heavy full only of droplets of truth
but
torrents of what could fill a day with wonder
for the dumb enough grapes to take smartly a grape’s need
“well, ya know” says grape
“he’s a bluster of nonsense but brings rain and wine stories with my assist”
.
It held small child-like things
.
The Saint Christopher medal found with coins
along a child’s suburban hikes
that medallion that the good Saint kept
maybe
himself before he was patron
before Christ’s burden
with iconic emblems
a superstitious sort I’m sure for superstitions that would come
for us
for trips as a test
to protect his own self
in own travels
a coin thrown on the latest nightstand
under a burning lamp safely found
again
or for been company in the morning
.
It kept my secrets, stolen cigarettes, a lighter’s 70’s smiley face
belying
short unsmiling wind to come
a bit of cloth, a coat of arms, from a school sweater smelling of defiance
a picture of young girls it held
on a sitting stone wall in an old English town
smoking also stolen cigarettes
damning the future as long as mother didn’t know
a mom’s youth arrogance leaving something behind to dry and air
before come home fresh
so mother didn’t know
.
And the coins I so loved, misshapen, bent aged ones
run over by trains
some
that rhythmically roll clackety lull clack me back to furtive sleep
even perfect coins being quite boring but perfect still
that had years you could mark
in hands and passed pockets of time and bets maybe with a flip
life or death?
Oh the drama
you could
imagine of who had been here
before you
in your pocket’s history
you kept at right hand right there
in a cigar box
if only to find them
In lucid dreams to come
in stark sharp crisp grey yellow contrast relief
like hurricane eye
colors
never casually dreamt in such hard lines
but found in otherworldly lucidly explored stories of ends of
time
worlds
dynasties, presidencies, normalcies, monasticies (if such a word alone exists)
tell me the date, just tell me the date
tell me where I am
in this timeless
could be found there in that cigar box
if only
.
Saint Christopher had already found his way
immortalized
his nightstands to safe you along
next to yours
your way with a coin as your only token
of safety
please just show me date in this mad world of
clear crystal nightmare dreams
of my own walking searching making
willing
.
Travel is never done my good man
the saint might say
just place in a corner of that cigar box
a yearless coin
medallion found in child’s walkabouts and skips and jumps
for safe travel tales still be told
smelling of old man smoke plume and oft told stories
Earlier this week I was searching YouTube for something from a tribute band for a show of theirs coming up around here that I could use for building a commercial and Dylan’s “Gotta Serve Somebody” was on the YouTube page. Don’t know why (maybe the YouTube gods were trying to tell me something) but it popped up among all the other “Steve similar things” that are always there, cat and dog rescue videos, movie and show trailers, sci-fi short films, new tunes alien to me but maybe in my “like-house” of artists etc, etc. (that knowing of me, even though I/we should all be well accustomed to such by now, can still be a little unsettling).
Anyway, it’s a Dylan tune I had never heard, or at least I can’t remember that I had but when I played it for a few bars I thought, well, ok, I think I might actually know this and it just happened to be right in my song wheelhouse and could definitely work for a new something if I could find a workable instrumental version.
After getting that tribute band’s spot done I did then find an instrumental version of it and, while referencing that two part Trump interview where he layed out in stark detail his plans for a new dictatorial reign, I got to workin’ …
Gonna Wanna Rule Somebody
You may be a wished dictator who’s scripting a dream
Of what to do in year 25 with a right’s loyalist team
Who’r mapping out a dire plan where democracy it seems
Is no longer a real player in the grandest of red schemes
.
And you’re gonna wanna rule somebody, yes indeed
And you’re gonna wanna king somebody
It may be those already on the devil’s dark page
Or those forced to take new stage
.
Body vessels are the targets in this new SCOTUS age
The ones who stand up try prevent women in a cage
The ones who had temerity to think body autonomy
But in this new world order legislating you’s the rage
.
Yeah, you’re gonna wanna rule somebody, yes you are
And you’re gonna wanna lord somebody
You’ll make women understand that they just don’t have a say
Instead monitored by state
.
You may be undesirable in this grand U S of A
An invader less than human is all he will have to say
To rile up the base while he drives all you away
The military will be called upon slap down to make point’s sway
.
Yeah, you’re gonna wanna rule somebody, yes you are
You’re gonna wanna lord somebody
You’ll make those who just don’t belong go back to where they’re from
Yeah, you’re gonna wanna king somebody
.
You may be a protester on campus wantin’ say
You hate the inhumanity that you’re seeing day by day
That you’re not an anti this that or even a pro that
You just hate women and children wearing dead pawn hats
.
But they’re gonna wanna rule somebody, yes indeed
They’re gonna wanna use your naivete
To gain an in ground against hated college elites
They’re gonna wanna rule somebody
.
And you may be example of future disputes
To quell freedom of speech tear it out by the roots
Teach that protest is only what they will agree
You are no patriots like Jan 6 ones who would see
That he gets chance to rule somebody, yes indeed
Gets chance for a new autocracy
That there will be no dissent that doesn’t come with intent
To help him rule somebody
.
You might like use projection to describe your enemies
Accuse them of harboring fascist wills and dreams of tyranny
You’ll even claim reverse discrimination of dear whitey
You’ll say that anti-white feeling can’t happen in this great country
.
And you’re gonna wanna lord somebody, yes you are
And you’re gonna wanna take us back
To a time where white man ruled
And others minded their P’s & Q’s
You’re gonna wanna white everybody
.
You may call yourself disciple of the MAGA ways
Protect yourself on his good side fearful of vengeful days
You may even say that fascism’s not that bad just give it play
As we’ve heard too often now from MAGA’s praying new Trump day
.
Well, you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes it’s him
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil, while the lord sits this one out
“… a very short piece of prose or flash fiction that tells a story … It can be in any genre of your choice, but it does have a limit of 144 words; an additional challenge is to hit 144 exactly. The special thing about Prosery is that we give you a complete line or two from a poem, which must be included somewhere in your story”
The line or two in this case?
“Something told the wild geese it was time to fly”
So to a little bit of fun then was my first thought, don’t know why, just was, a conversation.
.
Marge & Henry Geese
“Marge, can ya high tail it please, gotta fly”
“Hold on Henry, where are the kids?”
“They’re not here, grown and flown Marge, you know that, with little geese of their own”
“You’re gonna make me cry Henry”
“Heck Marge, the only time you DON’T cry is when I DON’T bring up the kids and then you honk at me thinking I’m purposely leaving them out of flight out of mind right before you start to cry”
“But we’re running late, why? Usually we’re right there with our sense of time” Marge flapped a wingpoint towards that sign in the roost Something told the wild geese it was time to fly
“Things are getting warmer now, gets timing off. Now can we go … and leave the Honk Sweet Home sign. Wanna catch up to the kids right?”
Since the end of February I have been dealing with a back issue, a really bad back issue actually, after popping it turning a doorknob at the bottom of a flight of stairs at the old apartment. I know, the simplest of things right? I mean if you’re going to pull your back it should at least be doing something cool or possibly even heroic, like lifting a car off a kid or something in a traffic accident, not just turning a fucking doorknob but multiple X-Rays revealing a fracture, a new one (yeah, this ain’t my back’s first creaky rodeo it seems) a bone density test, a couple of MRI’s and a shitload of awful nights (it hurts when I pee takes has taken on on a whole new not in college meaning now as the simple act of just standing up from out of bed has me sounding like the Troll that lives under the bridge to my upstairs neighbors I’m sure so when I do get into a position that doesn’t make me tear up in pain, at my PC desk now for example, I just stay there.
So thus me just doing some scrolling back through old stuff, one to marvel at my own brilliance hehehe and two cause my PC chair is probably the most “comfortable” spot in my feeble, fragile old man world right now.
Speaking of old then, a So Then Sunday, a re-posting of something older, in this case, a fave post of mine from back in August of 2021 about being old.
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New Cat Scratcher … Sir
(August 3, 2021)
On my way home tonight I stopped into PetSmart to see if I could find a cat scratcher that wasn’t ridiculously expensive, something I wasn’t all that confident in accomplishing. Though I have managed to trim them on occasion, it’s not the easiest of endeavors to convince Bella to let me clip her nails and they are getting a little long again as she’s clicking on the hardwood now like she’s taken up tap dancing and rehearsing a new number so I thought a new scratcher would at least help her with some nail maintenance.
I know she wants another one, a stand-up model (I do have a nice large well used wood framed one with cat scratch cardboard inside that sits flat on the floor but it’s not quite the same) as she keeps trying to also use this old one and well, a couple of short naked two by fours nailed together with a carpet top don’t really do the trick. It’s also Bella’s way I think, with the repeated attempts, to say “yo, knucklehead, human, can ya see what I’m tryin’ to do here on a couple of short naked two by fours nailed together with a carpet top?! Are ya catchin’ my fruitless cat scratchin’ drift … numbnuts?!”
She’s right, as you can see it doesn’t really have any cat scratchedyness to it anymore as almost all the rope is gone or fallen to the bottom like scratchy rope one legged shorts around its ankle. I only keep it for a couple of reasons. First is a sentimental one. It’s one of my earliest and favorite pictures of Shoesfrom when he was kitten, one of my bestest of pals who passed away 6 six years ago now, clutching onto it in its newer days to give me a stare and a sniff while we were getting to know each other and second, I keep it on the floor at the end of the bed as it’s kind of become a pretty good lean to assist for old man stand ups. You see I stand UP from my bed as I don’t have a bedframe, just my box spring and mattress on the floor (I don’t like bed frames … got’s to be proactive on possible spots for monsters underneath right?) so the assist can be welcome, but not always necessary, I’m not quite there yet in my oldness thank you, though still welcome on occasion, breathy light grunty exhales sometimes included.
Anyway, as I was looking wide raised eyebrow eyed at price tags of cat seats and cat condo’s that can also serve as scratchers on the big shelves or a few smaller ones in an aisle across from them on the regular shelves a pretty young woman passed to step into the next aisle for canned cat food, the aisle that has the Wellness Brand by the way, which is pretty good stuff and correspondingly expensive.
I found two possible scratchers but held the thought for the moment, debating 30 bucks versus 40, as the pretty young woman buying some canned food suddenly reminded me that I should do the same, even though this wasn’t my initial intent tonight, before that reminder fell out of the front of my head only to silently slide out the back. PetSmart has a few things the girls like that the grocery store doesn’t carry so I then passed her, reminder still holding noggin front, on my way a couple of aisles up to where another less expensive brand is located but, knowing that she was stocking up on the Wellness, I almost felt guilty and a bad cat dad for going with the cheaper stuff. I was even worried she’d notice disapprovingly.
After I grabbed a few cans of what, like I said, I can’t find at the grocery store (a slightly more top shelf version of this one at least to ease my new found bad cat dad guilt) I made my way back to the scratchers aisle to make a decision on that 30 versus 40 bucks but accidentally came up one aisle short (because of course I did) and stepped right into the one that the pretty young woman was standing at the end of, still, though unknowingly, shaming me as she loaded a cardboard flat with the Wellness food, and I almost bumped into her.
“Whoa, shit, sorry, wrong aisle, my bad”
“No problem” she said
Now then it occurred to me that this all could have looked as if I had done it intentionally. See a pretty young woman pass me when, suddenly, it seems I need to walk past HER and then come back again only to “accidentally” step into her aisle and almost bump into her?
Future reference. I never do anything like that intentionally, I REALLY only ever do things like that accidentally, usually too lost in my own thoughts to sidetrack them unnecessarily for that kinda stuff. Plus that whole possible thought’s attention silently sliding out the back of my head thing I mentioned earlier. In general, if I happen to note, wherever I may be, that there’s some younger woman there who, like in this case, is attractive I also then, almost immediately, note the operative word in this sentence, “younger” and that I’m most probably old enough to be her dad, a dad who would probably kick my ass at any of this whole notion of noting things. So, quick admiration and acknowledgement of pretty and I’m done with the thought. Then it’s just to possibly some accidental awkwardness.
She ended up at the checkout line in front of me and as she was getting ready to leave, bag in hand full of her good cat mom Wellness Brand food and as I was slowly putting my cat scratcher down for the cashier while holding back ever so slightly on the lesser cat food stuff being seen she looked at me and said.
“Have a good night Sir”
“You as well” I replied
Damn … and yeah … she called me “Sir” to which I had three thoughts.
1. Sigh.
2. If she did for some reason think I was actually trying to “check her out” or even hit on her and that I was a bit too old for the attempt and should know better the “Sir” was very subtly and very well played, very well played indeed. Bravo lady!
3. Sigh.
I think I might just be leaning a little more heavily on that old Shoes cat scratcher at the end of the bed for the stand ups this evening while pausing the TV or in the middle of the night when I have to pee a million times it seems, sometimes even when I don’t have to but just think that I do.
Me 2: “Well is that right now … is that what you’re thinking … Sir?”
So, a good friend, who I will call Bart here to protect the innocent, plus I don’t know his phone # or his address to truly dox him and put his family at risk, mentioned after I just re-posted my Orange Album of Beatles parody tunes from back in 2019 (a pretty damn fine collection I will say) and in mind of all my other parody tunes since then (quite a few) that he couldn’t wait to see what scathing political satire I might have next.
Well, this one surely ISN’T that, doesn’t rate, more just a bit of of a bit really, but this does tread into some hallowed MAGA hymnal territory, could almost be considered MAGA sacrilege, so it has that going for it …
I recently re-posted a tune of mine from back in 2019, a version of the Beatles “Fixing a Hole”, back when I was exclusively using Beatles songs to make my points (I haven’t stopped in this regard, I just branched out to different artists, different tunes, but points still have to be made after all, if only for my own and maybe even your own sanity’s sake … just here to help.
.
That one though seemed, even five years later, to still be fairly relevant. The Orange Devil hasn’t changed, he is still just that, an orange devil, but just more devil-like, angrier, sadder, more desperate and the press hasn’t learned their lessons as they never do, clicks and views always overriding truth, continuing to try and normalize a thing that just ain’t normal, at least not from a genuine human and democratic perspective.
.
Though some of these tunes may be dated in their specifics and their times I think they still work in a bigger way, and some of them might even be seen to be considered “prescient” if I can be allowed a pat.
.
Anyway, a re-visit of an album’s worth of points made via the Beatles, The Orange Album, from December of 2019.
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Orange Quarantine(posted 05-11-19)
In the land that we call home
Lives a man who was born to be
A simple con, liar and cheat
Living in an orange quarantine
But in this land he would conceive
A man-boy King of him he would be crowned
And to the law he’d not be bound
In his new found Orange Quarantine
.
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Trading truth for beans, an Orange Quarantine
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
The lies come with a sheen in an Orange Quarantine
.
Blind loyal friends all love the ride
Cheerfully they chide Democracy
A prop-a-gandist band does play
..
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Where truth is rarely seen in this Orange Quarantine
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Trump’s pockets full of green, in an Orange Quarantine
..
(Full speed backward, full speed back stupid USA
Blindly so it is general
Look the other way for me… drop the law if you please
Will do general. General?)
..
As we live a life unease
All the rich of us (all the rich of us)
Has what they need (has what they need)
To the rest (to the rest)
Shoulder your part (shoulder your part)
In this Trickle Down (in this trickle down)
Quarantine (quarantine…HA HA!)
..
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Where ignorance is King in this Orange Quarantine
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Of woe we’ll surely sing in an Orange Quarantine
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Bizarro is the norm in this Orange Quarantine
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Where scary does take form in an Orange Quarantine
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////Baby General’s Golden Black Heart’s Band / Sky’s Purple When You’ve Got Blind Friends(posted 06-30-19)
It was two plus years ago today
That baby general came to have his say
In a propagandist fascist style
With his lies he’d go the extra mile
He’d hammer them unto the red
IQ’s regressing in his stead
Baby general’s golden black heart’s band
..
We’re baby general’s golden black heart’s band
We play you all ya need to know
Baby general’s golden black heart’s klan
The torches are only for show
Baby general’s corrupt
Baby general’s morally
Baby general’s bankrupt black heart’s band
..
There’s nothing to be seen here
Just back room in the know
There’s such important work be done
Now won’t you all just pray with us
We love it when you’re dumb
..
We don’t want you to be in the know
But we make you feel you’re in the show
Keep you happy swimming in the glow
Helps suck you in the undertow
Now let us to present to you
The sad and lonely Orange years
Baby general’s golden black heart’s band
..
Trump D’s victim’s tears…
..
What would you say if I sang you a lie
So obvious you can’t deny?
But you take it and then get to singin’ along
Cause reality it don’t apply
..
Oh, the sky’s purple when you’ve got blind friends
Mmm it’s any color when the truth gets bent
Mmm the sky’s orange is the new message sent
..
What would you say if I filled you with hate
Gave you an enemy you could detest
Locked them away less than human they’re caged
As you lend deaf ear to mankind’s rage
..
Oh, the sky’s black to go along with blue
Mmm your hu-manity now shares that hue
Mmm your sold souls invent a diff-er-ent view
..
Could you think you need saving?
That will surely come bust
Do you need to get praying?
But only to an orange need’s lust
..
Where will we be when sad histr’y holds true
(do you re-alize that there’s a cost?)
It’s measured in lives deemed be less than they be
(can you jus-tify the ones we toss?)
..
Oh you get by when smallish minds stay small
Mmm to think more’s an order way too tall
Ooohh there’s no longer a sure one for all
..
Do you feel the enemy’s breath
(when it’s their last just at our door-step)
Does it feel sad empowerin’
(to de-value them as he has pled)
..
Oh you get by when it’s a think of group
Mmm it’s much eas’r in an ignorance troupe
Mmm you ‘splain why but only in a vacuum
Yes you get by
Believin’ nationalist lies
You’re just a means to his end
Aaaahhhh
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Lie Together(posted 01-13-19)
Here come ol’ Or’nge top
He come slinkin’ up lie-like
He once boo boo footfall
He fake holy roller
He got lies his base refuse to hear
he prop-a-gandize until he’s a bug in their ear
..
She wear no truth shine
podium barker mob moll
she got indignation at a press corp’s truth call
She say, I tell you, you list-en me
You best be buy my bullshit or it aint comin’ free
..
Lie together
After me
Hucksterbee
..
State News corruption
it’s Fox stories or nothin’
They laud faulty numbers
fact check pause they’ll mock ya
we got base who just believe decree
you’re just an en-emy until you see what we see
..
Lie together
Naturally
Trumpy D
..
Right!
..
We tell you our thing
It’s a pretty unreal thing
and we muddy the waters
this swamp’s got no filter
T say one plus one is billions to me
it’s magic math that the base just adores to believe
..
Lie together
enda days
Trumpy D
Oh…
Lie Together
Yeah
Cry together
Yeah
Blame together
Yeah
Truth whatever
Yeah
Strife together
Yeah!
Divide together
Yeah!!
White forever
Yeah!!!
aaaaahhhhh.…
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When He’s Man-Boy Czar(posted 04-22-19)
When he gets even bolder flush with a flair
Oppressor soon bar none
Will you still apologize tell Dems to calmAs au-tocracy gets dropped like a bomb
When he ignores the rule of the law
And conjures William Barr
Will you still mock us for thinking he dang’rous
When he’s man-Boy Czar
(ooooh ooooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh )
His thumb you’re under too
(aaaahhh aaaahhh aaahhh aaahhh aaahhh aaahhh aaahhh aaahhh)
But Reds if you’d sprout some spine
To Checks and B’s we could be true
She comes in real handy jus-tifying the lies
When open does his mouth
She can spin a story dis-in-genuous
On Sunday rounds to State Tv press
Digging at real news pro-moting their fake
What Czar could ask for more
Stoking the fires, protecting the liar
Hucksterbee shoots and scores
Every day we’re treated to the latest power grab found corruption is his worst of fears
But Reds will not be brave
(aaaaa aaaaa aaaa aaaa aaaa)
Willed lapdogs at his knee, Lindsey, Mitch and Dev
Looking for postcards sent from the ledge, any sane view of point
A Country wanting just sur-vive this despot play
America sincerely, wishing away
And hoping Or’nge crazy doesn’t take form
Democracy at the fore
Will we still still be, can we save hist’ry
From the man-Boy Czar
Whoo!
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Tricking The Whole(posted 06-16-19)
I’m tricking the whole to new reign of a King
To keep their minds from wondering
What the truth knows
I’m filling the gaps marking all that I say
With prop-a-ganda being way
To sell truth now
..
And it’s really heady matter for elites I lie
For a fake press I lie
The haters cry
But see my dog base blinding there who loyally lap at my feet
Never finding truth crumbs on the floor
..
I’m painting bona fide in a red white and blue
My fingers make confusing swirls
Till you let go
Oooh Oooh Oooh Ahh Ahh
(succumb you will in time)
Hey Hey Hey … Hey
..
And hey batter batter batter
Swing and miss my man, can’t hit this pitch you can’t
Not this big spin
I’m on the mound base is the crowd
They pay no mind they are fact free
See how they’re wowed by my huge back door curve
..
I never take time to study the things that were important yesterday
They don’t matter now
Oooh Oooh Oooh Ahh Ahh
Hey Hey
I’m tricking the whole to new reign of a King
It gets my mind to wandering ’bout new royals Ohhhh
Who we could own owwwwnnn
..
I’m tricking the whole to new reign of a King
My mind is always floundering
In a dark hole…in a dark whole
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////Shill Barr Be, Hack Barr Are(posted 04-21-19)
William is new AG in this U.S. place
Bought and paid give Trumpy D a hand
Wrote a little White House pre-pared sum-mary
That he then touted as some truth throughout the land
Shill Barr be, hack Barr are, Trump goes on
BLAH BLAH BLAH!!
Blah Blah Trump lies they live on
Hack Barr be, shill Barr are, Trump feels strong
BLAH BLAH BLAH!!
Blah Blah Trump lies they live on
William takes a seat at a new congress store
Serenades a unilater’l will
To decide the findings of Mueller’s report
He echoes Trump words as he then begins to shill
Shill Barr be, hack Barr are, Trump goes on
BLAH BLAH BLAH!!
Blah Blah Trump lies they live on
Hack Barr be, shill Barr are, Trump feels strong
BLAH BLAH BLAH!!
Blah Blah Trump lies they live on
In a couple of years Trump has built a great de-vide
G-OP grunts blindly at his side
along for cruelest of rides
HA HA HA HA
Happy ever soon an autocrat’s new place
William lends the orange rule of law
The rest of us just watch as shit then hits our face
A narr-a-tive about this prez’s lawless place
Shill Barr be, hack Barr are, Trump goes on
BLAH BLAH BLAH!!
Blah Blah Trump lies they live on
Hack Barr be, shill Barr are, Trump feels strong
BLAH BLAH BLAH!!
Blah Blah Trump lies they live on
In a couple more years Trump tries play the game for long
Ju-dicial law in the partisan hand
Of William DOJ strong
HA HA HA HA
Democratic now not in this U.S. land
William lends the Orange office space
Redactions and conspiracies then take their place
And in the long run we are now sure less than great
Shill Barr be, hack Barr are, Trump goes on
BLAH BLAH BLAH!!
La la Trump lies they live on
Hack Barr be, shill Barr are, Trump feels strong
BLAH BLAH BLAH!!
La la Trump lies they live on
And if you want for ruin
Sing tune of William Barr
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////Being For The Benefit Of All That’s White (and a #MoscowMitch song)(posted 08-03-19)
For the benefit of all that’s white
We’ll revisit Nuremberg tonight
So gather round
Fox pundits they will gladly share
Masking bias they no long-ger care
Cage the brown
And four congresswomen we’ll chant send back
Accusing them of being on attack
In this way Trumpy D he poisons the well
..
The ignorance of this Trump D
Rallies at a furious speed to gather base
The Tucker’s Hannitys are there
Fox and Friends as well don’t care, lets bring the hate
His lapdogs blindly follow suit
Justi-fy his words or just hit mute
And of course Mitch’s ele-phant dances the worst
..
The white takes hold at half past black
Un-American the tried true tack
Let’s send them back
He’ll propagate a fantasy, new histry’s order
On favorite stage, he’s got a knack
It’s 2 plus years of prep-a-ration
To induce separation of this Klan
And tonight Trumpy D he’ll go for the kill
”
(For the benefit of all that’s white
Mitch blocked a bill to try and right
Our voting plight
The Russians he invites back in
Others please come join the din
Truth take flight
A complicit GOP it plans to benefit
Renewed elector’l hack
Free-dom suffers elephant’s wrath
A planned whackety whackety whackety whackety whaaack
Their treason’s always on the attack
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////Bitter Orange Pill(posted 12-27-19)
They hope and they pray
Repub’s on a hill
Their pockets won’t be exposed while for the Orange they shill
They know how he smugly owns them
Corruption his favorite tool
He gloats with the dumbest bluster
..
But the bitter orange pill
Is so hard going down
While the words out his head
See the world burning down
..
He get’s have his say
Trump truth now the way
The man of the lies by thousands de-clares them to be prayed
And nobody stands up to him
They are all just way too afraid
But they lap at his golden excess
..
And the bitter orange pill
Tastes like King going down
And support they exclaim
Has a hollow desp’rate sound
..
And they cultishly blind protect him
As they do what they have to do
To proving this tin-pot’s new world
..
But the bitter orange pill
Is a cancer going down
With no cure to be found
‘cept Dante circles goin’ round
ooooohhhhh ooooohhhhh ooooohhhhh ooooohhhhh ooooohhhhh
Dante’s circle round and round and round and round
..
He blusters aloud his comfort
This menagerie of fools
Lending him delusions
..
But the bitter orange pill
It’s so hard going down
And the words out his head
Democracy’s it’s burning down
ooooohhhhh ooooohhhhh ooooohhhhh ooooohhhhh ooooohhhhh
dante circles round and round and round.…
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////I Am The Con Man(posted 12-24-18)
I am me as I love me and you are me
And we love me together
See how we plumb we’re pigs for the dumb
See dollars run
I’m genius
..
Sitting on a tax cut
Waiting for some yen to fly
Corporate stock big buy back, stupid farmer loyals
Man you’re all bunch of rubes
You let your Trump grow long
..
I am the Charlatan
You are the simpletons
I am the Con Man
Goo goo ga-rube
..
Mr Mrs Congress sitting
Pretty always at my beck and call
See how they buy with a gleam in their eye
See how they buy
My buuuuuulllshit….
They’re buuuuuuying….they’re buuuuuying…I’m lyyyyyyyyyyying!
..
Yellow ting-ed dollars
Making me a buck or three
Trumpy props’ll bring it home, tradeymarks’ll get it done
Boy I am a wealthy man
I sold the White House down
..
I am the Charlatan
You are the simpletons
I am the Con Man
Goo goo ga-rube
…Sitting in a rose-ed garden
Waiting chance to lie
And if the lie don’t play
I’ll own my fake by keeping up a perfect face…
I am the Charlatan
You are the simpletons
I am the Con Man
Goo goo ga-rube goo goo goo ga-rube
..
No one tells me what to do it’s just the base that’s thinking that I’m true
See them form a mob call enemies a slob
See how they cry
For vengeance
..
No one checking numbers, they take me at my less than word
Money out of pocket, suck it up they musty
Man they are so dumb believe that this is something good
..
I am the Charlatan
You are the simpletons
I am the Con ManGoo goo ga-rube goo goo ga-rube, goo goo ga-rube ga goo goo ga-rube ga goo
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////Gettin’ Redder(posted 08-18-19)
We’re gettin’ redder all the time
Democracy used to be cool (now it’s so passe)
It followed a true set of rules (they’re now so cliche)
Set by the father’s
Who took time to bother
Independence their then new crown jewel-ewll
..
I’m afraid where we sit we’re getting redder
As the GOP toes the line (thinking only purse)
Following trump cues to the letter
We’re getting redder
And Mitch won’t decline
..
We once were a free and proud land
But with despots we surely now stand
Trump tries to re-write while dimming the light
A constitution that’s not up to braa-aaand
..
I’m ‘fraid to admit we’re getting deader
a little deader in the mind (in the soul it’s worse)
I’m scared to admit it won’t get better
it won’t get better ‘less we de-cline
..
Getting so much redder all the time
We’re getting redder all the time
redder deader redder
For true elections we will pine
Values in a shredder
..
We once found a way to escape tyranny to keep us apart from cruel Kings and their word
But now we return and with trump words we’ll burn
Histry’s coming back vengeful full turn
..
We’ve got to escape now from the redder
Before it drowns us in the lies (yes it can get much worse)
We’ve got to stand up and to remember
When it was better and we were fine
We’ve got to get less redder there’s no time
Can we keep the red at bay-ay (stand up an be count-ed)
Push the auotcrat away-ay (grab hope make it swa-aay)
Can we get less redder while there’s time
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////Trump D In The Lie With Zirconia(posted 03-24-19)
Picture yourself in a swamp where truth quivers
With Orange tinged lies and white chocolate tries
A Senate adores you, you gloat in the glory
Of lapdog and sycophant cries
..
Cult like adornments white lettered on red
Witlessly cover their heads
Cast for the dumbest with blind in their eyes
And you’ve won
..
Trump D in the Lie with Zirconia
Trump D in the Lie with Zirconia
Trump D in the Lie with Zirconia
Ahhhhhhhhh….
..
Trump dumb dumb down to a negative measure
Where marshmallow people cry victim’s sad sighs
Backwards they go at behest of their master
Where white anger’s dumb it does rise
..
News outlets try all while ducking their heads
From Orange shouts looking for blood
But still Nielsen calls with their 30 coins pay
And they’re done
..
Trump D in the Lie he’s not heaven sent
Trump D in the Lie Sarah go get bent
Trump D’s GOP’s on a Hell descent
Ahhhhhhhhh….
..
Picture a sad orange cream sickle nightmare
Where real is accused of being the lie
Actual lies are then trotted state news style
A Fox truth democracy dies
..
Trump D in the Lie he’s not heaven sent
Trump D in the Lie Sarah go get bent
Trump D’s GOP’s on a Hell descent
Ahhhhhhhhh….
..
Trump D in the Lie with gold’s foolish
..
Trump D in the Lie with 49’ers
Trump D in the Lie with alchemy
Ahhhhhhhhh….
..
Trump D in the Lie with Zirconia
Trump D in the Lie with Zirconia
Trump D in the Lie with Zirconia
Ahhhhhhhhh…
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////A Stay In The Strife(posted 06-02-19)
I read the news today, oh boy
Trump’s crooked law set to investigate
Distraction’s cries of being spied
Future des-pot just has to laugh
Conclusion’s writ it’s not a draft
..
William Low Barr is his new star
Recusal not this time full owned AG
Case outcome’s all-ready been made
For roses garden stage
A victim propaganda play to usher base a brand new day
..
I read a story just to-day
About religious right their prayers have scored
To force the mass to live their way
Back-wards by the good book
Blindness the new look
They love to dummmmmb yooooou downnnnnnn
..
(It’s rock paper scissors, what do you choose sir?
Rock of course
But paper covers you
Then I’ll be paper
But scissors cuts you
Well I’ll be scissors then
But rock breaks you
Well how can I win?
You can’t really…it’s a check check check
Well that’s not fair…to me…there has to be a win
There are wins, but only temporary sir
Well can I be all three checks?
That’s not how it works sir
Don’t tell me about how things work)
..
Woke up, feeling of dread
Dragged democracy across my head
Found a few old tales in parchment notes
And looking up the founder’s they did spoke
Found they liked a scene of checks
Keep Kings out of our new stead
But treason’s elephant it’s got a brand new game
Dem-ocracy?…it’s merely now mundane
aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh
..
(You see, it’s all about changing the rules son
But changing them isn’t fair sir
There is no fair
But you just said, to you, the game wasn’t fair
It wasn’t to me then, but I discovered it was rigged and I couldn’t win
It wasn’t rigged sir
Whatever, this is a new fair…my fair
Okay sir but….?
No buts…and everyone I talk to agrees)
..
So there’s the news today, oh boy
Fake called it is the tried true orange ploy
To gather base who pay no mind
To what real truth may find
It’s daily King con-firmed they’ll buy always the any of his lies
Trump loves to dummmmmb yooooou downnnnnnn
..
(I’m sorry sir, it’s been decided, you can’t change the rules
Really? Who said that?
Rock, paper or scissors?
Ok, I’ll play along…again…rock
Sorry, but parchment wins
Good luck with that son. It’s just tired old words on paper written by a bunch of tired old men.
Can I borrow those scissors…and a sharpee?)
I recently re-posted a tune of mine from back in 2019, a version of the Beatles “Fixing a Hole”, back when I was exclusively using Beatles songs to make my points (I haven’t stopped in this regard, I just branched out to different artists, different tunes, but points still have to be made after all, if only for my own and maybe even your own sanity’s sake … just here to help).
.
That one though seemed, even five years later, to still be fairly relevant. The Orange Devil hasn’t changed, he is still just that, an orange devil, but just more devil-like, angrier, sadder, more desperate and the press hasn’t learned their lessons as they never do, clicks and views always overriding truth, continuing to try and normalize a thing that just ain’t normal, at least not from a genuine human and democratic perspective.
.
Though some of these tunes may be dated in their specifics and their times I think they still work in a bigger way, and some of them might even be seen to be considered “prescient” if I can be allowed a pat.
.
Anyway, a re-visit of an album’s worth of points made via the Beatles, The Orange Album, from December of 2019.
//////////////////////////////////////////
Orange Quarantine(posted 05-11-19)
In the land that we call home
Lives a man who was born to be
A simple con, liar and cheat
Living in an orange quarantine
But in this land he would conceive
A man-boy King of him he would be crowned
And to the law he’d not be bound
In his new found Orange Quarantine
.
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Trading truth for beans, an Orange Quarantine
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
The lies come with a sheen in an Orange Quarantine
.
Blind loyal friends all love the ride
Cheerfully they chide Democracy
A prop-a-gandist band does play
..
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Where truth is rarely seen in this Orange Quarantine
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Trump’s pockets full of green, in an Orange Quarantine
.
(Full speed backward, full speed back stupid USA
Blindly so it is general
Look the other way for me… drop the law if you please
Will do general. General?)
..
As we live a life unease
All the rich of us (all the rich of us)
Has what they need (has what they need)
To the rest (to the rest)
Shoulder your part (shoulder your part)
In this Trickle Down (in this trickle down)
Quarantine (quarantine…HA HA!)
..
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Where ignorance is King in this Orange Quarantine
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Of woe we’ll surely sing in an Orange Quarantine
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Bizarro is the norm in this Orange Quarantine
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Where scary does take form in an Orange Quarantine
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////Baby General’s Golden Black Heart’s Band / Sky’s Purple When You’ve Got Blind Friends(posted 06-30-19)
It was two plus years ago today
That baby general came to have his say
In a propagandist fascist style
With his lies he’d go the extra mile
He’d hammer them unto the red
IQ’s regressing in his stead
Baby general’s golden black heart’s band
..
We’re baby general’s golden black heart’s band
We play you all ya need to know
Baby general’s golden black heart’s klan
The torches are only for show
Baby general’s corrupt
Baby general’s morally
Baby general’s bankrupt black heart’s band
..
There’s nothing to be seen here
Just back room in the know
There’s such important work be done
Now won’t you all just pray with us
We love it when you’re dumb
..
We don’t want you to be in the know
But we make you feel you’re in the show
Keep you happy swimming in the glow
Helps suck you in the undertow
Now let us to present to you
The sad and lonely Orange years
Baby general’s golden black heart’s band
..
Trump D’s victim’s tears…
..
What would you say if I sang you a lie
So obvious you can’t deny?
But you take it and then get to singin’ along
Cause reality it don’t apply
..
Oh, the sky’s purple when you’ve got blind friends
Mmm it’s any color when the truth gets bent
Mmm the sky’s orange is the new message sent
..
What would you say if I filled you with hate
Gave you an enemy you could detest
Locked them away less than human they’re caged
As you lend deaf ear to mankind’s rage
..
Oh, the sky’s black to go along with blue
Mmm your hu-manity now shares that hue
Mmm your sold souls invent a diff-er-ent view
..
Could you think you need saving?
That will surely come bust
Do you need to get praying?
But only to an orange need’s lust
..
Where will we be when sad histr’y holds true
(do you re-alize that there’s a cost?)
It’s measured in lives deemed be less than they be
(can you jus-tify the ones we toss?)
..
Oh you get by when smallish minds stay small
Mmm to think more’s an order way too tall
Ooohh there’s no longer a sure one for all
..
Do you feel the enemy’s breath
(when it’s their last just at our door-step)
Does it feel sad empowerin’
(to de-value them as he has pled)
..
Oh you get by when it’s a think of group
Mmm it’s much eas’r in an ignorance troupe
Mmm you ‘splain why but only in a vacuum
Yes you get by
Believin’ nationalist lies
You’re just a means to his end
Aaaahhhh
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
Lie Together(posted 01-13-19)
Here come ol’ Or’nge top
He come slinkin’ up lie-like
He once boo boo footfall
He fake holy roller
He got lies his base refuse to hear
he prop-a-gandize until he’s a bug in their ear
..
She wear no truth shine
podium barker mob moll
she got indignation at a press corp’s truth call
She say, I tell you, you list-en me
You best be buy my bullshit or it aint comin’ free
..
Lie together
After me
Hucksterbee
..
State News corruption
it’s Fox stories or nothin’
They laud faulty numbers
fact check pause they’ll mock ya
we got base who just believe decree
you’re just an en-emy until you see what we see
..
Lie together
Naturally
Trumpy D
..
Right!
..
We tell you our thing
It’s a pretty unreal thing
and we muddy the waters
this swamp’s got no filter
T say one plus one is billions to me
it’s magic math that the base just adores to believe
..
Lie together
enda days
Trumpy D
Oh…
Lie Together
Yeah
Cry together
Yeah
Blame together
Yeah
Truth whatever
Yeah
Strife together
Yeah!
Divide together
Yeah!!
White forever
Yeah!!!
aaaaahhhhh.…
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
When He’s Man-Boy Czar(posted 04-22-19)
When he gets even bolder flush with a flair
Oppressor soon bar none
Will you still apologize tell Dems to calmAs au-tocracy gets dropped like a bomb
When he ignores the rule of the law
And conjures William Barr
Will you still mock us for thinking he dang’rous
When he’s man-Boy Czar
(ooooh ooooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh )
His thumb you’re under too
(aaaahhh aaaahhh aaahhh aaahhh aaahhh aaahhh aaahhh aaahhh)
But Reds if you’d sprout some spine
To Checks and B’s we could be true
She comes in real handy jus-tifying the lies
When open does his mouth
She can spin a story dis-in-genuous
On Sunday rounds to State Tv press
Digging at real news pro-moting their fake
What Czar could ask for more
Stoking the fires, protecting the liar
Hucksterbee shoots and scores
Every day we’re treated to the latest power grab found corruption is his worst of fears
But Reds will not be brave
(aaaaa aaaaa aaaa aaaa aaaa)
Willed lapdogs at his knee, Lindsey, Mitch and Dev
Looking for postcards sent from the ledge, any sane view of point
A Country wanting just sur-vive this despot play
America sincerely, wishing away
And hoping Or’nge crazy doesn’t take form
Democracy at the fore
Will we still still be, can we save hist’ry
From the man-Boy Czar
Whoo!
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
Tricking The Whole(posted 06-16-19)
I’m tricking the whole to new reign of a King
To keep their minds from wondering
What the truth knows
I’m filling the gaps marking all that I say
With prop-a-ganda being way
To sell truth now
..
And it’s really heady matter for elites I lie
For a fake press I lie
The haters cry
But see my dog base blinding there who loyally lap at my feet
Never finding truth crumbs on the floor
..
I’m painting bona fide in a red white and blue
My fingers make confusing swirls
Till you let go
Oooh Oooh Oooh Ahh Ahh
(succumb you will in time)
Hey Hey Hey … Hey
..
And hey batter batter batter
Swing and miss my man, can’t hit this pitch you can’t
Not this big spin
I’m on the mound base is the crowd
They pay no mind they are fact free
See how they’re wowed by my huge back door curve
..
I never take time to study the things that were important yesterday
They don’t matter now
Oooh Oooh Oooh Ahh Ahh
Hey Hey
I’m tricking the whole to new reign of a King
It gets my mind to wandering ’bout new royals Ohhhh
Who we could own owwwwnnn
..
I’m tricking the whole to new reign of a King
My mind is always floundering
In a dark hole…in a dark whole
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////Shill Barr Be, Hack Barr Are(posted 04-21-19)
William is new AG in this U.S. place
Bought and paid give Trumpy D a hand
Wrote a little White House pre-pared sum-mary
That he then touted as some truth throughout the land
Shill Barr be, hack Barr are, Trump goes on
BLAH BLAH BLAH!!
Blah Blah Trump lies they live on
Hack Barr be, shill Barr are, Trump feels strong
BLAH BLAH BLAH!!
Blah Blah Trump lies they live on
William takes a seat at a new congress store
Serenades a unilater’l will
To decide the findings of Mueller’s report
He echoes Trump words as he then begins to shill
Shill Barr be, hack Barr are, Trump goes on
BLAH BLAH BLAH!!
Blah Blah Trump lies they live on
Hack Barr be, shill Barr are, Trump feels strong
BLAH BLAH BLAH!!
Blah Blah Trump lies they live on
In a couple of years Trump has built a great de-vide
G-OP grunts blindly at his side
along for cruelest of rides
HA HA HA HA
Happy ever soon an autocrat’s new place
William lends the orange rule of law
The rest of us just watch as shit then hits our face
A narr-a-tive about this prez’s lawless place
Shill Barr be, hack Barr are, Trump goes on
BLAH BLAH BLAH!!
Blah Blah Trump lies they live on
Hack Barr be, shill Barr are, Trump feels strong
BLAH BLAH BLAH!!
Blah Blah Trump lies they live on
In a couple more years Trump tries play the game for long
Ju-dicial law in the partisan hand
Of William DOJ strong
HA HA HA HA
Democratic now not in this U.S. land
William lends the Orange office space
Redactions and conspiracies then take their place
And in the long run we are now sure less than great
Shill Barr be, hack Barr are, Trump goes on
BLAH BLAH BLAH!!
La la Trump lies they live on
Hack Barr be, shill Barr are, Trump feels strong
BLAH BLAH BLAH!!
La la Trump lies they live on
And if you want for ruin
Sing tune of William Barr
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////Being For The Benefit Of All That’s White (and a #MoscowMitch song)(posted 08-03-19)
For the benefit of all that’s white
We’ll revisit Nuremberg tonight
So gather round
Fox pundits they will gladly share
Masking bias they no long-ger care
Cage the brown
And four congresswomen we’ll chant send back
Accusing them of being on attack
In this way Trumpy D he poisons the well
..
The ignorance of this Trump D
Rallies at a furious speed to gather base
The Tucker’s Hannitys are there
Fox and Friends as well don’t care, lets bring the hate
His lapdogs blindly follow suit
Justi-fy his words or just hit mute
And of course Mitch’s ele-phant dances the worst
..
The white takes hold at half past black
Un-American the tried true tack
Let’s send them back
He’ll propagate a fantasy, new histry’s order
On favorite stage, he’s got a knack
It’s 2 plus years of prep-a-ration
To induce separation of this Klan
And tonight Trumpy D he’ll go for the kill
”
(For the benefit of all that’s white
Mitch blocked a bill to try and right
Our voting plight
The Russians he invites back in
Others please come join the din
Truth take flight
A complicit GOP it plans to benefit
Renewed elector’l hack
Free-dom suffers elephant’s wrath
A planned whackety whackety whackety whackety whaaack
Their treason’s always on the attack
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////Bitter Orange Pill(posted 12-27-19)
They hope and they pray
Repub’s on a hill
Their pockets won’t be exposed while for the Orange they shill
They know how he smugly owns them
Corruption his favorite tool
He gloats with the dumbest bluster
..
But the bitter orange pill
Is so hard going down
While the words out his head
See the world burning down
..
He get’s have his say
Trump truth now the way
The man of the lies by thousands de-clares them to be prayed
And nobody stands up to him
They are all just way too afraid
But they lap at his golden excess
..
And the bitter orange pill
Tastes like King going down
And support they exclaim
Has a hollow desp’rate sound
..
And they cultishly blind protect him
As they do what they have to do
To proving this tin-pot’s new world
..
But the bitter orange pill
Is a cancer going down
With no cure to be found
‘cept Dante circles goin’ round
ooooohhhhh ooooohhhhh ooooohhhhh ooooohhhhh ooooohhhhh
Dante’s circle round and round and round and round
..
He blusters aloud his comfort
This menagerie of fools
Lending him delusions
..
But the bitter orange pill
It’s so hard going down
And the words out his head
Democracy’s it’s burning down
ooooohhhhh ooooohhhhh ooooohhhhh ooooohhhhh ooooohhhhh
dante circles round and round and round.…
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////I Am The Con Man(posted 12-24-18)
I am me as I love me and you are me
And we love me together
See how we plumb we’re pigs for the dumb
See dollars run
I’m genius
..
Sitting on a tax cut
Waiting for some yen to fly
Corporate stock big buy back, stupid farmer loyals
Man you’re all bunch of rubes
You let your Trump grow long
..
I am the Charlatan
You are the simpletons
I am the Con Man
Goo goo ga-rube
..
Mr Mrs Congress sitting
Pretty always at my beck and call
See how they buy with a gleam in their eye
See how they buy
My buuuuuulllshit….
They’re buuuuuuying….they’re buuuuuying…I’m lyyyyyyyyyyying!
..
Yellow ting-ed dollars
Making me a buck or three
Trumpy props’ll bring it home, tradeymarks’ll get it done
Boy I am a wealthy man
I sold the White House down
..
I am the Charlatan
You are the simpletons
I am the Con Man
Goo goo ga-rube
…Sitting in a rose-ed garden
Waiting chance to lie
And if the lie don’t play
I’ll own my fake by keeping up a perfect face…
I am the Charlatan
You are the simpletons
I am the Con Man
Goo goo ga-rube goo goo goo ga-rube
..
No one tells me what to do it’s just the base that’s thinking that I’m true
See them form a mob call enemies a slob
See how they cry
For vengeance
..
No one checking numbers, they take me at my less than word
Money out of pocket, suck it up they musty
Man they are so dumb believe that this is something good
..
I am the Charlatan
You are the simpletons
I am the Con ManGoo goo ga-rube goo goo ga-rube, goo goo ga-rube ga goo goo ga-rube ga goo
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////Gettin’ Redder(posted 08-18-19)
We’re gettin’ redder all the time
Democracy used to be cool (now it’s so passe)
It followed a true set of rules (they’re now so cliche)
Set by the father’s
Who took time to bother
Independence their then new crown jewel-ewll
..
I’m afraid where we sit we’re getting redder
As the GOP toes the line (thinking only purse)
Following trump cues to the letter
We’re getting redder
And Mitch won’t decline
..
We once were a free and proud land
But with despots we surely now stand
Trump tries to re-write while dimming the light
A constitution that’s not up to braa-aaand
..
I’m ‘fraid to admit we’re getting deader
a little deader in the mind (in the soul it’s worse)
I’m scared to admit it won’t get better
it won’t get better ‘less we de-cline
..
Getting so much redder all the time
We’re getting redder all the time
redder deader redder
For true elections we will pine
Values in a shredder
..
We once found a way to escape tyranny to keep us apart from cruel Kings and their word
But now we return and with trump words we’ll burn
Histry’s coming back vengeful full turn
..
We’ve got to escape now from the redder
Before it drowns us in the lies (yes it can get much worse)
We’ve got to stand up and to remember
When it was better and we were fine
We’ve got to get less redder there’s no time
Can we keep the red at bay-ay (stand up an be count-ed)
Push the auotcrat away-ay (grab hope make it swa-aay)
Can we get less redder while there’s time
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////Trump D In The Lie With Zirconia(posted 03-24-19)
Picture yourself in a swamp where truth quivers
With Orange tinged lies and white chocolate tries
A Senate adores you, you gloat in the glory
Of lapdog and sycophant cries
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Cult like adornments white lettered on red
Witlessly cover their heads
Cast for the dumbest with blind in their eyes
And you’ve won
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Trump D in the Lie with Zirconia
Trump D in the Lie with Zirconia
Trump D in the Lie with Zirconia
Ahhhhhhhhh….
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Trump dumb dumb down to a negative measure
Where marshmallow people cry victim’s sad sighs
Backwards they go at behest of their master
Where white anger’s dumb it does rise
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News outlets try all while ducking their heads
From Orange shouts looking for blood
But still Nielsen calls with their 30 coins pay
And they’re done
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Trump D in the Lie he’s not heaven sent
Trump D in the Lie Sarah go get bent
Trump D’s GOP’s on a Hell descent
Ahhhhhhhhh….
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Picture a sad orange cream sickle nightmare
Where real is accused of being the lie
Actual lies are then trotted state news style
A Fox truth democracy dies
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Trump D in the Lie he’s not heaven sent
Trump D in the Lie Sarah go get bent
Trump D’s GOP’s on a Hell descent
Ahhhhhhhhh….
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Trump D in the Lie with gold’s foolish
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Trump D in the Lie with 49’ers
Trump D in the Lie with alchemy
Ahhhhhhhhh….
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Trump D in the Lie with Zirconia
Trump D in the Lie with Zirconia
Trump D in the Lie with Zirconia
Ahhhhhhhhh…
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////A Stay In The Strife(posted 06-02-19)
I read the news today, oh boy
Trump’s crooked law set to investigate
Distraction’s cries of being spied
Future des-pot just has to laugh
Conclusion’s writ it’s not a draft
..
William Low Barr is his new star
Recusal not this time full owned AG
Case outcome’s all-ready been made
For roses garden stage
A victim propaganda play to usher base a brand new day
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I read a story just to-day
About religious right their prayers have scored
To force the mass to live their way
Back-wards by the good book
Blindness the new look
They love to dummmmmb yooooou downnnnnnn
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(It’s rock paper scissors, what do you choose sir?
Rock of course
But paper covers you
Then I’ll be paper
But scissors cuts you
Well I’ll be scissors then
But rock breaks you
Well how can I win?
You can’t really…it’s a check check check
Well that’s not fair…to me…there has to be a win
There are wins, but only temporary sir
Well can I be all three checks?
That’s not how it works sir
Don’t tell me about how things work)
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Woke up, feeling of dread
Dragged democracy across my head
Found a few old tales in parchment notes
And looking up the founder’s they did spoke
Found they liked a scene of checks
Keep Kings out of our new stead
But treason’s elephant it’s got a brand new game
Dem-ocracy?…it’s merely now mundane
aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh
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(You see, it’s all about changing the rules son
But changing them isn’t fair sir
There is no fair
But you just said, to you, the game wasn’t fair
It wasn’t to me then, but I discovered it was rigged and I couldn’t win
It wasn’t rigged sir
Whatever, this is a new fair…my fair
Okay sir but….?
No buts…and everyone I talk to agrees)
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So there’s the news today, oh boy
Fake called it is the tried true orange ploy
To gather base who pay no mind
To what real truth may find
It’s daily King con-firmed they’ll buy always the any of his lies
Trump loves to dummmmmb yooooou downnnnnnn
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(I’m sorry sir, it’s been decided, you can’t change the rules
Really? Who said that?
Rock, paper or scissors?
Ok, I’ll play along…again…rock
Sorry, but parchment wins
Good luck with that son. It’s just tired old words on paper written by a bunch of tired old men.
Can I borrow those scissors…and a sharpee?)
We watched them warily, Ricky and I, and held back at a safe distance eventually going the other direction down the other side of the street so as to be even safer still as the older high school kids toilet papered and egged houses ahead of us as some sort of shit rolls downhill repayment for what we couldn’t possibly understand or imagine might be going on behind closed doors for them at home (I would learn years later, in the news). We just knew that we had a short window now where we hadn’t quite aged out of our trick or treating, something evidenced in the fact that we were already starting to get lazy in our costuming, always just hobo’s now, something that wouldn’t get more creative again until my college years but on those nights the “candy” was usually cheap beer and girls, another thing that couldn’t possibly be understood or imagined or even cared about then, we just still had our sweet teeth and some lazily costumed possible final attempts, this year, maybe next, to satisfy them for free and we didn’t need any of these toilet papering egging assholes seeing us and ruining it. Ricky and I had become pretty adept at avoiding these guys in our neighborhood after school and on the weekends (thankfully we didn’t have to figure out any extra avoidance techniques during the school day just yet – we still had this one more year before we shared the halls with them, well at least the ones who hadn’t graduated yet, though Ricky and I were afraid that the ones that were supposed to graduate out might be held back and still be around for our first year of High School, a would be hell if they had anything to do with it).
No, it was just after school and the weekends and oh, the school bus that we all rode together though at least that interminable time was relatively short as interminable goes (ok, that was kinda most of the time) but we could always depend on our driver, Missus D, to have our backs and put the fear of Missus D in them if need be, sitting up front and telling her that Mom said Hi with her latest batch of sugar cookies and never forgetting her at Christmas time with cards from each of us and small finely, meticulously wrapped in wax paper offerings were definitely to our advantage.
But on this Halloween night, though we did our best to measure wary fear with still being able to hit up the neighborhood candy houses, our usually successful avoidance attempts weren’t good enough. Seems Tommy Whitmore, who had also taken to calling himself “Jax” around that time, don’t know why, maybe he just needed another name that wasn’t the “Tommy!!!” he heard yelled, screamed, slapped, surrendered to at home, must have seen us behind he and his boy’s mean spirits under the Dowling’s porch light and came down and across the street to wait just outside the light’s reach, that hard circle line of light on one side and dark on the other right before their garage, and, with hands on his hips and a stupid grin Tommy said,
“Hey boys, how ya doin’, and how ya doin’ in those candy bags of yours tonight?”
“We’re good Tommy, just leave us be, we’re not bothering you.”
“Hey, it’s “Jax”, but you are bothering me, bothering us” Tommy said with a hint of malice “just by being you, and you haven’t even offered me anything from your bags of goodies” as he did a grab while his boys hung just outside that light’s ring at the Dowling’s mailbox giggling even more stupidly than Tommy’s stupid grin.
“Hey, those are ours!!’ Ricky yelled, straight backed but for only an instant.
“Oh, he speaks, on his own, the redhaired one” as Ricky’s spine shrunk. “No, these are ours now and we’re also going to take you two on a ride.”
“No Tommy …” and a glare with a raised hand’s intent “No Jax … we have to get home, we’re not getting in any cars with you. We were done anyway, take our bags and just leave us be.”
“Well that just ain’t gonna happen you two …”
Then came a rush of wind sweeping past and around our heads … something usually reserved for family stories at backyard get togethers or at funerals when Ricky’s extended family would arrive, it was fast, a blur, made the ground shake just enough to unsettle your feet, make you feel a little askew. We knew what, who this was, Me and Ricky, but Tommy and his boys didn’t.
I told you that Ricky and I had become pretty adept at avoiding these guys and we had, but it was more, sometimes a not just protecting ourselves, but protecting them.
“No Tommy …”
“It’s Jax”
“No Jax, not tonight”
“You gonna defy me, you useless pieces of shit, no that ain’t happenin’. Right boys?”
But the ground shook some more, the air trembled again, whooshed past and around us again, as air shouldn’t tremble like that and I stood my now shaky ground.
“Not now”
“And it’s Jax!!!” he yelled
“I wasn’t talking to you Tommy”
I said to Ricky “Not now” but his shrunk spine grew, not a one of simple stand up defiance, but just grew.
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I met Ricky through a mom’s get togethers in new neighborhood’s get togethers. Let’s introduce ourselves with kids to break the ice but really kids being just an excuse for Moms to drink wine on an early Saturday. I had seen Ricky on the ballfield in my new digs, after having moved from Baltimore to now Pittsburgh, he was a monster. His throws from his shortstop spot practically took the first baseman’s glove off and we weren’t even in high school yet.
“Do you play?” he asked me.
“I pitch”
“We could use one of those on our team. You any good?”
And that was it, I confounded him with my off the table curve that I shouldn’t have been throwing at that age and he tried to take the glove off of anyone who had the misfortune of playing first base. Instant friends.
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Friendships can be curious things. They might start with Moms using you as pawns for a glass of wine, or two, on a Saturday afternoon, they can be responses to what you don’t know yet of the evils of the world behind closed doors and you group, join forces, even if it’s only in a force of two or they can be things that were just supposed to happen, like Ricky with a rifle of an arm that make first basemen regret they play the game and you note, Ricky. He and I became a pair of buds linked through and through until, well, we just weren’t.
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“Not now”
“What not now you little prick?!”
“Ricky is my friend”
“And?”
“You don’t want to do this, he’s not liking you right now”
“What? Little redhead here?”
“Please just let it go Tommy”
“I’s Jax!!” (and there was that raised hand)
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The other curious thing about friendships is that there are those that are just that, cursory things, friendships you recall for just being a friendship, where you might call each other to check in years later, heard you had a kid, how is the better half, what’s her name again but then there was Ricky and his secrets, his family’s secrets.
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His spine grew instead of a backing away shrink, unnaturally so, to four times his height and his red hair fired until it rivaled the sun right on that hard line of light and dark at the Dowling’s garage and he towered Tommy and his voice changed making any Tommy attempt at inspiring fear seem weak and puny “YOU WILL NOT MESS WITH MY FRIEND!” followed by a simple backhand slap.
And that was it, Tommy, not Jax, that new name nonsense ended that night, slunk away from out of the dust bins across the street and amid the scattering idiots he called pals.
“You’re done aren’t you Ricky?
“Yeah, gotta go now”
“Dammit Ricky, I have no one else and I don’t even want anyone else as my friend.”
“I know, me neither, but I gotta go”
“I know”
And then, there was that rush of wind again, picking up leaves and dust and moving things around in a small twister.
“Hey Missus D, thought that might be you”
“You good?”
“Yeah, I’m ok I guess, thank you for keeping an eye but …”
“Don’t worry, you’ll see him again, Ricky’s got a good heart, you know that, but he and my sister need to find another place now, to be safe, try and start again until Ricky learns how to control things. Plus, you’ll see him again ‘cause he always hated that he couldn’t hit your curveball, he’ll be practicing … Sugar cookies tomorrow?”
“Maybe the next day Missus D, gotta give Mom the head’s up”
“Ok, and maybe an offering wrapped finely in wax paper?”
Yesterday atdVerse Poets Melissa presented us some artworks of Louis Wain and his famous cats as well as some of his story.
So from Melissa was this, “the assignment”, choose one of the artworks of Wain’s that she included in her post (dVerse link above) and write a poem of it. The only stipulation being that you cannot use the word “cat”, other cat terms are fine, just not the actual word cat.
Back in January I visited Melanie’s “What Have They Done To My Song” for another of my parodies, though I am loathe to call them such as that implies “silly” and these certainly are NOT silly (for the most part). I’ve been working this angle for going on 7 years now with quite a lot of tunes, a boatload, and blah blah blah Steve, yes, your editorials in song as blah blah blah, no one is going to read any straight up editorial blah blah blah but if you put them to tune blah blah blah … you’ve told us.
But that is what it is and what I do though, I gotta say, in my own defense, they are all pretty toe tap worthy, biting and spot on and just darned good in that biting and spot on and toe tappingness.
Anyway, visited Melanie again and her “Brand New Key” now, a tune reminded the other day out of the corner of my ear at work from the ‘Magic’ station playing at my boss’s desk.
So, “Brand New Trump Key” then.
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Brand New Trump Key
I rode my motorcade to your city last night
To spin some lies and give you all such a fright
To harp on victim-like and rail conspiracies
I know you trust me know I’m just what you need
.
Well, I’ve got brand new world in mind here now
Take heart my unhinged screed
I’ll be proven right my ranting now
You just need to wait and see
I know what you need it’s a Donnie me
A fascist change of scene
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Well, I’ve got a brand new world in mind here now
It just ain’t democracy
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I ride my plan of year twenty of twenty five
I got my dee-scipes proving be worthy scribes
Of new world order in these United States
If you don’t subscribe you’ll surely be less than great
.
Oh yeah
Hah hah hah hah
Oh you will face my wrath
Hah hah hah hah
Oh yeah yeah yeah you’ll wish you hadn’t said that
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