Doin' the Humpty-Hump

in the time of Trump

Doin’ the Humpty-Hump

 

 

The devil is a businessman, he buys and sells and barters

He sells us paint and dungarees and Stormy Daniels’ garters

He is a cruel and shameless man, who likes to rattle bones

and forces us to eat croissants and check our mobile phones.

He doffs his hat like a diplomat as he tiptoes through our mind

(politeness helps to skin the cat when you’re the colonizing kind)

The devil courses through our veins, the devil washes out our stains

the devil rocks, the devil rolls, the devil steals immortal souls

 

....in bits and pieces.

 

The devil tells outlandish tales

of beta boys and alpha males

who seek to become the boss of us

who fly to Africa in private jets

to shoot the last rhinoceros

then fly back home to make the scene

by having nothing to lose at drinks with Charlie Sheen.

As the music hits its highest notes

we start to grind and bump

the DJ snaps his earpiece on and we’re doin’ the humpty-hump

beneath the spinning globes and glitter

in the mirror we make out a glimpse

of unicorns and flag lapels, of powdered w****s and pimps.

Never mind what’s false or true

we’ve more important things to do

we shake our fist, we’re livid!

The devil says a mirror only has the form

we give it.

And somewhere else, not so far beneath the earth

is Hell

where skies are blank and all is prison

the devil says there’s a place for us

and who's to say there isn't?