Blood On His Hands

 BLOOD ON HIS HANDS

The Emperor has blood on his hands.

It is the blood of distant lands.

He says it's for our security,

But there is no surety

That he's stopping contrabands.

Just a Hole

 JUST A HOLE

The Emperor has a sickness in his soul.

Where his heart should be, there's just a hole.

He's filled with grievance and hate

That nothing can abate,

And nothing can make him whole.

A Pile of Offal

 A PILE OF OFFAL

Everything the Emperor does is awful,

And none of it is lawful.

He boasts about his every act,

But here, instead, is the actual fact:

It's just a pile of offal.

Pieta II

 PIETA II

Snow, gleaming brightly in the sun,

                Tops the peaks

                And covers the slopes

Of the mountains beyond Ferrara.

                **********

But it is not snow.

                It is marble,

                White and immaculate,

Pure enough for Michelangelo's Pieta.

                **********

But not his later one,

                The one he carved in old age.

                There was a blemish.

So he smashed it in anger.

                **********

Or, perhaps not a blemish.

                Perhaps it was his age.

                Or perhaps it was his vision,

No longer pure, no longer immaculate.

Wind Power

 WIND POWER

The Emperor hates wind power.

He rages against it by the hour.

He spews out vile cuss words

As he rants about birds,

And all his minions just cower.

`All About Him

 ALL ABOUT HIM

The Emperor went on a labelling spree,

Covering the city with signs for all to see.

They were all about him,

And no one could miss them,

And all of them just said, "Me, me, me!"

Sol Invictus

 SOL INVICTUS

On the darkest night in December,

        In the bleak mid-winter,

                When our star is at its weakest,

        When the light seems lost,

                And our star seems defeated,

Our star stands still, and turns,

        And the light is rekindled.

Our star is not defeated.

        Our star will return,

                And our star will conquer.

In a Bellow

 IN A BELLOW

The Emperor is not a jolly old fellow,

Even though his belly bobbles like jello.

He's filled with ire,

Like his hair's on fire,

And he only speaks in a bellow.

How To Grift

 HOW TO GRIFT

The Emperor knows how to grift

And is quick to shoplift.

He takes what he wants

And then he just taunts,

Saying, "Thank you so much for my gift!"

How To Gaslight

 HOW TO GASLIGHT

The Emperor knows how to gaslight.

In the midst of day, he tells you it's night.

You doubt your own eyes

When he starts to fantasize,

Saying all that's wrong is actually right.

His Moneylender

 HIS MONEYLENDER

The Emperor will pardon a violent offender,

So long as the crime is by his defender.

So there's never a doubt,

If you want to get out,

Be his thug, or else his moneylender.

Many Crimes

 MANY CRIMES

The Emperor has committed many crimes,

But the Supremes have ruled many times

That, if the Emperor does it,

It doesn't matter a bit,

No matter who he slimes.

Truly Sick

 TRULY SICK

The Emperor rejoiced at the death of his critic

And called him a deranged lunatic

Who believed in decency

And fought for humanity.

But it was the Emperor who was truly sick.

The Emperor is Mad

 THE EMPEROR IS MAD

We say the Emperor is mad.

We mean his dementia is bad.

He's completely insane,

And that is our bane,

For it makes him more dangerous than sad.

The Biggest Perjury

 THE BIGGEST PERJURY

The Emperor constantly lies.

He'll try any falsehood on for size.

Whether the lie is big or small,

The Emperor likes them all,

And the biggest perjury wins the prize.

He Will Cower

 HE WILL COWER

The Emperor loves only power.

He prates about it by the hour.

But, like any bully and thug,

He's only a bluffing humbug,

And faced with courage, he will cower.

His Hacks

 HIS HACKS

The Emperor's health czar hated to vax,

So he took to our doctors with an ax.

Now the NIH is a ruin,

Old diseases are back again,

And the CDC is filled with his hacks.

Farm Aid

 FARM AID

The Emperor gave the farmers some aid

To help with a problem man-made.

They all voted for him,

Then, on a whim,

His tariffs cut off all their trade.

A No-Show

 A NO-SHOW

The Emperor gave the heave-ho

To the libs at the Kennedy awards show.

He gave a prize to Kiss,

And unless I'm amiss,

Real culture was just a no-show.

Blow Up Boats

 BLOW UP BOATS

The Emperor loves to blow up boats,

Rowboats, lifeboats, anything that floats.

And he gives a pleasant sigh

As he sees the people die

And he shatters all their hopes.

A Bribe in Disguise

 A BRIBE IN DISGUISE

A sports club gave the Emperor a "Peace Prize."

He beamed and slipped it on for size.

He's such a little boy,

It gave him much joy,

Not knowing it was a bribe in disguise.

A Doddering Old Creep

 A DODDERING OLD CREEP

The Emperor says he has promises to keep,

And yet he's always falling asleep.

He's never woke,

And he doesn't even toke,

He's just a doddering old creep.

No One There

 NO ONE THERE

The Emperor's wife wanders the palace.

Perhaps she has no actual malice,

Just the blank empty stare

Of no one there,

And a soul that has grown callous.

Covered in Mold

 COVERED IN MOLD

Like King Midas of old,

The Emperor thinks all he touches is gold.

But instead it is rank,

All he touched just stank,

And even his soul is covered in mold.

The Trogloldyte

 THE TROGLODYTE

The Emperor rants at midnight,

Always looking for a fight.

Then he raves at break of day.

All of this is just to say,

"Look at me, the troglodyte!"

A Human Brain

 A HUMAN BRAIN

Since his acts were inhumane,

We feared the Emperor was insane.

We put him in an MRI,

And we simply could not spy

Any trace of a human brain.

Other Climes

 OTHER CLIMES

If you come from other climes,

The Emperor says you all do crimes.

Unless you happen to be rich,

Then there is a little hitch.

You'll be rewarded many times.

Smart Women

 SMART WOMEN

The Emperor hates and attacks

Smart women who question his facts.

He says they're all quite dim,

And publicly shames and reviles them

For having the brains that he lacks.

Daily Rants

 DAILY RANTS

The Emperor daily rants

Against the hated immigrants.

Unless they're young and pretty,

And just a bit dim-witty.

Then something happens in his pants.

Most Offensive Trait

 MOST OFFENSIVE TRAIT

The Emperor's energy comes from hate.

He thinks it's hate that makes him great.

It means he doesn't have a friend,

Only those who just pretend.

It is his most offensive trait.

Escape From Oz

 ESCAPE FROM OZ

The Emperor laughs at all the laws.

He breaks them all without pause.

Laws are only for his foes,

And none of them really knows

If there is any escape from Oz.

Home in a Hearse

 HOME IN A HEARSE

The Emperor is known to nurse

A grievance against the universe.

He says we're all so unfair,

So we'd better take care,

Or he might send us home in a hearse.

Also Buffoons

 ALSO BUFFOONS

The Emperor's goons

Are like a pack of baboons.

They're not only scum,

But exceedingly dumb,

Not only poltroons, but also buffoons.

A Bit Ick

 A BIT ICK

The Emperor was feeling a bit ick.

Physically or mentally, he was sick.

It could have been either way,

It was hard to say.

Perhaps it was just because he was a dick.

A Lick of Sense

 A LICK OF SENSE

The Emperor speaks so much nonsense,

None of it based on evidence.

But his minions believe his lies,

Rather than their eyes,

Because none of them has a lick of sense.

A Name of Shame

 A NAME OF SHAME

The Emperor's palace has a wall of fame.

All of them emperors, including his name.

Though all the names are in gilt,

It's a wall of guilt,

Ending with a name of shame.

The Great Dictator

 THE GREAT DICTATOR

The Emperor, also known as the Great Dictator,

Called everyone a traitor

Who was loath

To break his oath

To obey the law, rather than be a desecrator.

The Emperor's Lice

 THE EMPEROR'S LICE

The Emperor doesn't like to be nice.

That's why he likes ICE.

They're brutal and fascist

And rule with a fist.

They are the Emperor's lice.

The Widows Weep

 THE WIDOWS WEEP

Blood drips from the Emperor's hands

As he glad-hands killers from other lands.

The blood of their dead

Stains their hands just as red,

And the widows weep in their thousands.

His Autocracy

 HIS AUTOCRACY

The Emperor loves the aristocracy.

They are so much better than democracy.

Democracy says people

Are born free and equal.

It's the opposite of his autocracy.

Burn the Future

 BURN THE FUTURE

The Emperor has issued the command

That we burn the Homeland.

He wants to see the fire

Climb higher and higher,

As we burn the future into a wasteland.

For Marjorie

 FOR MARJORIE

The Emperor demands complete loyalty.

If you don't bow and pledge your fealty,

He will frown and cut you down.

Then, no matter your renown,

You will be just history.

The Kool-Aid

 THE KOOL-AID

So we know what to think

The Emperor gives us Kool-Aid to drink.

It tastes really bad,

And makes us all sad,

And later we all need a shrink.

Place the Blame

 PLACE THE BLAME

The Emperor loves his name.

Everything must proclaim his fame.

So, when everything goes bust,

And the coins and buildings turn to rust,

We will know where to place the blame.

Likes Them Young

 LIKES THEM YOUNG

They say the Emperor likes them young.

He lusts for them with drooling tongue. 

He says he gives them such a thrill

When he moves in for the kill,

But Stormy says he's not well hung.

The Sight of Gold

 THE SIGHT OF GOLD

The Emperor loves the sight of gold.

It covers the castle like mold.

It's all very wacky,

And makes him look tacky,

As this parvenu peasant we behold.

All Such Slimes

 ALL SUCH SLIMES

As in many other times,

The Emperor's minions committed crimes.

None were sorry,

None had to worry,

As the Emperor pardoned all such slimes.

His Pouffy Hair

 HIS POUFFY HAIR

The Emperor loves his pouffy hair.

He pretends he doesn't care,

But he carefully sprays it every day.

That doesn't mean to say he's gay,

It's just his private love affair.

Odious Freaks

 ODIOUS FREAKS

The castle has a rancid reek

Caused by the Emperor's cruel streak.

His minions don't care,

Because his cruelty they share,

Making each of them an odious freak.

The Beauty Queen

 THE BEAUTY QUEEN

The Emperor did strut and preen

Because he married a beauty queen.

The fact that she was also dense,

And didn't have a speck of sense,

Made her his perfect female dream.

The Lame

 THE LAME

In order to increase his fame,

The Emperor wanted a nickname.

He suggested "the Great,"

But he was filled with such hate,

That we just called him "the Lame."

A Capering Clown

 A CAPERING CLOWN

The Emperor wears his cruelty like a crown.

He thinks it brings him great renown.

But let the truth be told:

Before us we behold

A craven and capering clown.

Home to Hell

 HOME TO HELL

Everywhere the Emperor's minions fell.

It was the ringing of their death knell.

The tide was turning,

The people were coming,

To send him home to hell.

Pure Demoniac

 PURE DEMONIAC

The Emperor's hand is turning black.

It's much better than the zodiac

To show the world his true self:

A whiny whimpering wittle elf

With an inner soul that's pure demoniac.

His Puerile Pout

 HIS PUERILE POUT

Like a thug on the prowl,

The Emperor likes to scowl.

He thinks it makes him look so tough,

Though he's really just a puff,

And his puerile pout is just a howl.

No Wedding Ring

 NO WEDDING RING

The Emperor wears no wedding ring.

He couldn't find one with that bling

That he felt he quite deserved.

And the Empress he just unnerved

When he gave to her a golden G-string.

So Many Banners

 SO MANY BANNERS

The Emperor has plastered his face

On every public place.

So many banners makes us queasy,

But it's also very easy

To find one to deface.

A Great Grinning Pumpkin

 A GREAT GRINNING PUMPKIN

The Emperor was somewhat dismayed

To discover he was portrayed

As a great grinning pumpkin

With glowing orange skin

In the annual Halloween parade.

A Big Gold Crown

 A BIG GOLD CROWN

Korea gave the Emperor a big gold crown.

You should've seen him dancing around,

Shaking his butt and pumping his fist,

It was a sight you had to insist

Made him look as silly as a big orange clown.

A Lowlife

 A LOWLIFE

The Emperor says he will rule for life,

And then, perhaps, in the afterlife.

He says it'd be terrific,

We know it'd be horrific,

No escape from such a lowlife.

A Typical Bromance

 A TYPICAL BROMANCE

More than he loves J.D. Vance

The Emperor loves those tyrants

Who make their people cower

When they use their power.

It's a typical tyrannical bromance.

An Edict

 AN EDICT

The Emperor issued an edict.

He wants us all to redistrict.

He's irked by the Dems,

So follow his whims,

Or soon he will make you a convict.

Rather Rude

 RATHER RUDE

Millions in the land are lacking food.

But to talk of that would be quite crude.

The Emperor wants a banquet hall

In which to host a fancy ball,

So to mention hunger is rather rude.

Head on a Coin

 HEAD ON A COIN

The Emperor wants his head on a coin.

If done, then we can all join

In calling this money

Somewhat funny,

And something we'd never purloin.

Stand Alone

 STAND ALONE

The Emperor says we must stand alone,

No one to call on the phone.

We are an island in the sea,

With no ship that we can see.

We don't even need a clone.

Gazillions

 GAZILLIONS

The president says we owe him millions.

It could have been billions.

But we don't need to count.

Whatever the amount,

His minions will pay gazillions.

Not One

 NOT ONE

Not one Republican has a spine.

They are all quite supine.

As the president

Kills our government,

Not one calls it a crime.

Building for the King

 BUILDING FOR THE KING

Demolition has begun on the East Wing.

We didn't need that thing.

"The People's House" is a thing of the past,

We knew it wouldn't last,

So now we're building for the king.

Women Say

 WOMEN SAY

Women say "Doctor."

But do any men listen?

One in a thousand.

Monopolies

 MONOPOLIES

People talk of mysteries

And many fake conspiracies,

So many elaborations

About elite collaborations,

But few about monopolies.

No Kings

 NO KINGS

In America we have no kings,

No rulers wearing golden rings.

We are the people,

Not the sheeple,

And we reject all royal things.

Triumphal Arch

 TRIUMPHAL ARCH

The Emperor wants a triumphal arch

Through which his troops can march.

It wouldn't be pretty

In our fair city,

But at least we don't have to watch.

Bended Knee

 BENDED KNEE

If you take a bended knee

In this land of the free,

You don't need a crystal ball

To make a judgment call:

You've lost your liberty.

D.C.

 D.C.

The Emperor wants to remake D.C.

As far as he can see.

Isn't it a pity

He lives in such a city

That belongs to you and me?

Shut Down

 SHUT DOWN

The Emperor is in such a frazzle.

The servants are such a bad hassle.

They run things without him,

And so to remove them,

He has shut down all of the castle.

Our Midnight Hour

 OUR MIDNIGHT HOUR

It is our midnight hour,

And we must not cower.

The time is dire,

The land is on fire,

And we must stand and fight the power.

The Odious Stench of Tyranny

 THE ODIOUS STENCH OF TYRANNY

The odious stench of tyranny

Clings to the Emperor's acts of infamy.

No one breathes free

From sea to sea,

And lies foul the air of our country.

Bedtime for Democracy

 BEDTIME FOR DEMOCRACY

It's bedtime for democracy.

It has a long genealogy.

But now they say it's old hat,

And we all know that

Now is the time for autocracy.

No Prize

 NO PRIZE

The Nobel Peace Prize rejected hypocrisy

And honored a fight for democracy.

Our president was pissed

That he was dissed

And won no prize for autocracy.

Blondie Bondi

 BLONDIE BONDI

Blondie Bondi loudly dissed

The senators on her list.

She said she would not fail

To send them all to jail,

Unless her ass they kissed.

Gestapo Barbie

 GESTAPO BARBIE

Gestapo Barbie put people in cages,

Men, women, kids of all ages.

It wasn't very nice

To give them to ICE,

But that's how she earned her wages.

Ethical Zombie

 ETHICAL ZOMBIE

The Emperor's top lawyer was Bondi,

But her name should have been Blondie.

Such a great hire,

Such a great liar,

Better yet, an ethical zombie.

Great Renown

 GREAT RENOWN

The Emperor's thugs rode into town,

Where they chopped all the people down.

It was a sorrowful sight,

And a frightful fright,

But it brought them such great renown.

The Land of ICE

 THE LAND OF ICE

Once upon a time

            It was a warm and sunny clime.

Once upon a time we played games,

            Went to school,

                        Went to work

Without fear and trembling.

Such an innocent time,

            Such an innocent land.

We have forgotten that time,

            We don't recognize that land.

Now an army of strutting trolls

            Parades down our streets.

Now a mob of masked marauders

            Smashes into our homes,

                        Binds our hands,

            Drags us into the street,

                        Throws us into trucks,

            And drives us away into the dark.

Once we thought this gang of thugs

            Only did that to "illegals."

                        We didn't care so much.

            It had nothing to do with us.

But that was long ago.

            It was an innocent time

                        In an innocent land.

Now we are all illegals.

            Now the trolls come for us.

And we tremble with fear when we hear

            The trolls coming near.

Resist to Win

 RESIST TO WIN

Resist.

Rebel.

Revolt.

Speak up.

Say "No!"

Step out of line.

Take back.

Take a chance.

Take charge.

Up end.

Up rise.

Upset.

Vanguard.

Vanquish.

Victory.

Waylay.

Wrangle.

Win.

The American Sheeple

 THE AMERICAN SHEEPLE

We Seig Heil

            And goosestep down the street.

We raise our hands

            And pledge our fealty.

We ask, "How high?"

            When told to jump.

We swill the Kool-Aid

            And ask for more.

We believe the Big Lies

            And deny the Truth.

We bend the knee,

            We kiss the ring,

                        We render unto Caesar.

We are the American sheeple

            And we love Big Brother.

Storm Front

 STORM FRONT

The storm is gathering.

Dark clouds cover the sky.

The wind is rising.

The storm is upon us.

The clouds boil.

Winds whip the land.

The storm breaks.

Clouds cover the sun.

The wind howls.

The storm overwhelms us.

Clouds cover the world.

The wind is the whirlwind.

Bonus Summer

 BONUS SUMMER

October Country.

            Hot as July or August.

A Bonus Summer.

A Hard Choice

 A HARD CHOICE

The Emperor lectured his knights.

            They were all battle scarred

                        And had fought very hard

Against foes in all foreign lands.

But the Emperor said

            The real foes were here,

Right here in our own homeland.

"The serfs don't like me," the Emperor said,

            "They want to chop off my head.

So I want you all now to all leave this hall

            And go out and chop off their heads."

The knights listened as the Emperor raved on,

            They listened to his monotone voice

                        As he spewed hatred and bile,

                                    And all the while,

They knew they must make a hard choice.

A True Knight

 A TRUE KNIGHT

Another knight was thrown into the moat.

            The Emperor wanted to see him float.

But, with fear on his face,

            He sank without a trace.

Everyone, including the knight,

            Knew he would vanish from sight,

Because he was in full armor.

            "He must've been a farmer,"

The Emperor calmly noted.

            "A true knight would have floated."

Then the Emperor turned away.

            That was his fun for the day.

The Dogs of Doom

 THE DOGS OF DOOM

The dogs of doom have been unleashed,

            And the land is burning.

We thought we were stronger than this,

            Better than this,

So we took no precautions,

            No protections,

                        No safeguards.

But we were no stronger than anyone else,

            No better than anyone else.

Now our country is fire country,

            And there is no escape.

Our homes are burning,

            Our lives are burning,

                        Our country is burning.

Flames surround us,

            All is turning to ashes,

                        And there is no shelter.

The land is burning,

            And the dogs of doom

                        Have been unleashed.

Bare Castle

 BARE CASTLE

We burned all the rugs today.

            They just got in the way.

Someone tried to trip the Emperor with one.

            Perhaps they just thought it was fun.

Or perhaps it was something more dire.

            So we build a bonfire

                        And we burned them all,

Lest the Emperor trip and fall.

            Then, for good measure,

                        And the Emperor's pleasure,

We burned every curtain.

            We had to make certain

None of them could strangle,

            Or even entangle,

The Emperor as he walked in the hall

            And cause him to fall.

Now the Emperor has no care

            As he walks in the hall,

Though the castle is dreadfully bare.

The Rug in The Hall

 THE RUG IN THE HALL

The Emperor slipped on a rug.

            Someone must've given it a tug.

We ran to sound the alarm:

            Someone wished the Emperor harm!

Someone was out to get him,

            So we had to find them.

It could have been a secret cabal.

            We had to find them all.

The Emperor almost fell,

            So everyone had to tell:

Where were you?

            What did you do?

Who put down the rug?

            Who gave it a tug?

Was the carpet laid

            By the scullery maid?

Even the most loyal knights

            Were in our sights.

The nobles were put to the test

            Along with all the rest.

We never found the secret culprit,

            But many bodies

                        Were hanged in the lobbies.

And there was a big purge

            Of any who might have felt the urge

To make the Emperor fall

            On the rug in the hall.

The Emperor Wants a Prize

 THE EMPEROR WANTS A PRIZE

The Emperor wants the Nobel Peace Prize.

            He wants to try it on for size.

He thinks he deserves it for the war

            He ended between Abadan and Bezoar.

No one knew they were at war.

            And there were so many more.

There must be six or seven,

            Or maybe ten or eleven.

There was the war between Candyland

            And the fairies of Fairyland.

No one knew they even existed.

            But the Emperor insisted

There were so many wars

            No one  could recall them all.

So, he is the bigliest peacemaker of all time.

            He has ended wars in every clime.

He has ended wars no one knew about.

            And so, without a doubt,

The Emperor deserves the Nobel Peace Prize.

            He wants to try it on for size.

And it had better fit his bigly head,

            Or someone will end up dead.

Prisoners in The Palace

 PRISONERS IN THE PALACE

We are prisoners in the palace

            Of the Emperor's malice.

We live according to his whim.

            Today we are "us,"

                        Tomorrow, "them."

He bears a grudge

            Against any

                        Who would judge him.

He throws a tantrum

            And we must run,

Lest, through his caprice, 

            We lose our palace lease.

He throws the dice,

            And we pay the price.

Today it may be hell,

            But tomorrow, paradise.

There is no way to know

            Which way he will go.

We are prisoners in the palace

            Of the Emperor's malice.

He Loves To Be Loved

 HE LOVES TO BE LOVED

"I hate those who hate me,"

            The Emperor declared hatefully.

"If they don't love me, I don't love them,

            And I will burn them, root and stem."

And he meant what he said.

            He wanted everyone dead

Who had ever laughed at him,

            Mocked him,

                        Defied him,

Denied his right to rule over them.

Once there had been laughter in the palace.

            But he viewed jesters with malice,

                        So jesters were banished,

                                    And some just vanished.

Some said we should "speak truth to power."

            They were sent to the Tower.

Some said we should fight.

            They disappeared from sight.

Now no one hates the Emperor.

We all love the Emperor,

            Because he loves to be loved,

                        And he loves us all

                                    Who are in his thrall.

Columbine

 COLUMBINE

Columbine was in '99.

That seems long ago, like a lifetime.

Long enough to go through childhood.

Long enough to go through grade school.

Long enough to go through high school.

Long enough to go through college.

Long enough to start a career,

            Get married,

                        Have some kids.

Columbine was a distant time,

            A quarter century and more.

Long enough to live a life.

Unless you were one of those kids

At Columbine in '99.

Dirty Deeds

 DIRTY DEEDS

Today the Emperor ordered an execution.

If you cannot make a contribution

            To his campaign of retribution,

                        You will pay the toll,

            Your head will surely roll.

Today it was a legal eagle

            Who could not find an angle

To charge a target with a crime,

            Make her do some time,

                        Or at least pay a fine.

So, in a thrice,

            The legal eagle paid the price.

And so we spin some gory story

            Of dastard dirty deeds

                        Done by those who,

                                    Back in the day,

            Tried to make the Emperor pay.

And for this gory story,

            We will not even bask in glory.

But we will not pay the toll,

            Our heads will not roll,

                        At least for one more day.                                    

Another Boat

ANOTHER BOAT

The Emperor bombed another boat today.

            It simply got in the way.

He said it was filled with very bad boys

            And their very bad toys.

                                    ********** 

We don't know if that was the case,

            Nor the exact time, nor the place.

But, as was his practice in the past,

            He showed us a picture of the blast.

                        **********

And he told us we had to be very careful,

            We had to be very fearful.

If we refused to clap and cry, "Hurray!"

            We could end the very same way.

CEOs

 CEOs

Greedy for money,

            CEOs are complicit

With the Emperor.

            **********

Whatever he wants,

            They are eager to comply.

Silence his critics?

            **********

They will silence them.

            Give him protection money?

They give him the cash.

            **********

But, will they even

            Destroy our democracy?

Yes, they will do that.

            **********

They don't care for it.

            They care only for money.

They are CEOs.