In the house that’s built upon a hill,
There lives a
Man for whom the truth’s a bitter pill.
And so he
Blurts out every thought within his mind
And hopes that
All of us will be deaf, dumb and blind.
He wants to claim our very heart and soul,
That makes the
Mind so very easy to control.
Care much for an objective truth
Night and day for his eternal youth.
If the language doesn’t suit his needs,
Switch across and use the Twitter feeds,
And if his
Spin should ever be confused with lies,
Then watch him
Hint the doubters may be foreign spies.
If you don’t like what he wants to do,
Next election vote for someone true.
Of course that’s
If such a person really wants to run
Or else we’re
Stuck with fools whose brains are underdone.
1 November 2017