24 Carrot

He took the ‘tweeners to the cleaners.
He just couldn’t be much meaner.
He’d start a fight and then he’d walk away.
You’d think that that was it, but not so with this shit.
He’d stab you in the back some other day.
An artificial mullet and an undercover gullet
made him feel big, despite being so small.
He’d blow and blast the news.
He’d say he’ll save the jews.
He’d tell us that we need another wall.
He drove away good friends for monetary ends.
He says to hell with earth, sky, air and sea.
Our land will be his park, with curfews after dark.
His rule is the low point in history.

Rhymes With Rue

 

When water’s taken Florida
and made some brand new beaches,
Elites will sit upon the hill,
out of extinction’s reaches.
There, out of the flames’ dire reach,
they’ll sit and sip their toddy,
the rich, the richer, criminals,
some illuminati.
Broken armies guard their land,
lest survivors near.
They’ll be killed or sent away,
protecting what’s dear.
Some, who’ve done horrendous deeds
will come for the ride.
Liars, killers, all bad seeds,
circling the pride.
“We the people” now is dead,
like democracy.
In the land of Oligarchy,
everything is free.