The Jig Is Up

Poor Trump is trying hard

To cover up his deep dejection.

He's attempting to overturn

The results of the presidential election.

 

Strange, bizarre conspiracy theories

Perpetuated by the Trumps

Are being spread like wildfire

And talk of massive ballot dumps.

 

Trump sounds like a mad King George

Or a crazed King Lear, losing his mind.

Any semblance of rational thought

In him is getting harder to find.

 

Frivolous lawsuits of voter fraud

From Giuliani's bag of tricks

Show that they're throwing whatever they can

At the wall in hopes that something sticks.

 

Sadly, they are undermining

Democracy with such crazy schemes.

They look even more pathetic

By going to such outrageous extremes.

 

Americans have voted and now

Await with hope a bright new dawn.

The jig is up. The game is over.

Mr. Trump, it's time to move on.

 

-by Bob B (12-1-20)

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I can't decide which is more nauseating, the unraveling of an infantile president or the way so many republican politicians are still under his strong-arm brainwashing despite so many he's thrown under the bus. Can't they see reflecting Trump's greatness fetches no return on investment of loyalty? I can't even watch this sick degradation of democracy. Your poem is hard-hitting, but still done in a lighthearted fun-poking way, not a bit like a rant (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie