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.

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But it is not snow.

                It is marble,

                White and immaculate,

Pure enough for Michelangelo's Pieta.

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But not his later one,

                The one he carved in old age.

                There was a blemish.

So he smashed it in anger.

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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.