tЯuth

It may be uncouth, but back in Duluth,

  where tЯuth isn’t tЯuth, like Rudy’s bucktooth.

I’ll build a Great Wall, so gorgeous, so big and so tall,

  it won’t ever fall, and Mexico will pay for it all.

George’s Mom died only twice, the second funeral was nice,

  to be a bit more precise, Twin Tower cancer put her on ice.

As Marjorie gazes at Jewish Space Lasers,

  her Q-Anon praises ignite the hell-raisers.

Kari Lake is extollin’ her election was stolen,

  she’ll do some cajolin’ while lawsuits are rollin’

Paul Ryan’s fib for the age, “Do taxes on half of a page.”

  our disgust we couldn’t assuage, as we sat figuring with rage.

In Kellyanne’s tracks, we got alternate facts,

  the faster she yaks, the more lies she unpacks.

The lies that Sarah did ply us, showed us some of her bias,

  lookin’ ever, ever so pious, her whoppers sure can belie us.

Tucker is rantin’ and ravin’, an alternate universe maven,

  how did he get so craven, and why is Faux his haven?

A carnival barking clown, in a position of great renown,

  tore the Capitol down, and left us all with a frown.

If they swore on a Bible, they’d commit libel,

  the tЯuth’s not viable, we’re just too damn tribal.

Some don’t even try, they’re timid and shy,

  they’ll never know why they fell for the Lie.

LDT February 11, ‘22

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