THE PRESIDENT IS A TROLL

THE PRESIDENT IS A TROLL*
(To the tune of, “The Gentleman is a Dope,” by Richard Rodgers & Oscar Hammerstein II, from the Broadway Show “Allegro,” (1947) )

The President is a troll
Don’t take him at his word
He plays a game
But takes no blame
The spectacle’s absurd
The President is a troll
With power to provoke
Flooding the web with his nonsense
With mirrors and self-made smoke

The President loves to grope.
And chaos is his goal
He isn’t suave
No Romanov
He is, No he’s a mole.
The President is a troll
And Twitter is his drug
A trawler inside the world-wide-web
He’ll slime you in time, this slug.

He’s tweets are too crass to mention
He boastfully feels no shame
All done to gain more attention
Does he not know he’s smearing his own name?

The President is a troll.
And trolls are Nazi-Huns.
Taking aim
No guilt, no shame.
At vulnerable ones.
The President is a troll.
The lowest road he takes.
Demeaning the President’s office.
Not seeing how high are the stakes.

Lyric © 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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*Post inspired by Amanda Hess article, “Click Bait,” (NYT Magazine, Sunday, March 5, 2017)

TAKING US ALL FOR FOOLS

TAKING US ALL FOR FOOLS
(To tune of “Taking a Chance on Love,” by Vernon Duke & John La Touche (1940))

Here they go again.
Wanting the tax rates low again.
Pipelines flow again.
Taking us all for fools.

Greed un-spools again.
Attacking public schools again.
Spare Wall Street rules again.
Taking us all for fools.

The blame it on immigration
Big job loss scapegoat.
And welcome more automation.
Those machines, they’ll never vote.

No surprise again.
Whose wealth is sure to rise again?
Best hurry, and get wise again.
They’re taking us for fools.

Reprise
Who’s content again?
You guessed, the one percent again.
They own the president again.
Taking us all for fools.

Coal is in again.
And climate change a sin again.
And we’re supposed to grin again?
They’re taking us all for fools.

The billionaires have their own club
Trump’s Cabinet it’s called.
You’d better go find your own bub
Cause from theirs you are blackballed.

Tempers flare again.
Hard to believe they’d dare again.
Denying us health- care again.
Taking us all for fools.

Lyric © by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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THE GREAT EXPLAINER

Watching Sunday’s Meet the Press, I was amused by Vice President Pence’s slick effort at trying to explain President Trump’s latest faux pas. Do you wonder what Pence is really thinking?

THE GREAT EXPLAINER
(To the tune of “The Great Pretender,” by Buck Ram as recorded by Tony Williams
and The Platters (1955))

Oh yes, I’m the great explainer
Explaining for President Trump
When he’s uncouth.
And offends the truth.
With a straight-face I rescue the chump.

Oh yes, I’m the great explainer.
When our president’s making no sense.
Then I alibi.
Sidestep and deny.
Trump relies on his friend Mr. Pence.

His mouth is as wide as his ego and pride.
His head thick as lead, does a brain dwell inside?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yes, I’m the great explainer
Defending what can’t be explained.
His outrageous flair.
Leads to my blank stare.
By the end of the day I feel drained.
And fearing my future is stained.

His mouth is as wide as his ego and pride.
His head thick as lead, does a brain dwell inside?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yes, I’m the great explainer.
I humor that billionaire snob.
For within my reach.
Should the gang impeach.
Lies my path to the world’s greatest job.
And you thought I’m a sycophant gob?
Well, no minion am I to that slob.

Lyric © 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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THE WORST IS YET TO COME

THE WORST IS YET TO COME
(To the tune of The Best is Yet to Come, by Shannon Greene and Todd N. Terry)

Out of the candidates, we’ve selected the rump.
The words stick in my throat saying President Trump
And now I fear, right here, the worst is yet to come

The worst is yet to come, that’s becoming quite clear
I’m so afraid the harm will be more than I fear

Issuing orders every day.
Brewing un-needed fights.
Closing our borders come what may.
Stepping on precious rights.

The worst is yet to come, cloaked the devil arrives
The worst is yet to come, pray the country survives.

Pray this land survives
He’s certain to go too far.
We used to care about lives.
Let’s not forget who we are.

The worst is yet to come, meaner than it now seems.
The worst is yet to come, out to steal your dreams.

Lyric © 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esq.
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