Fascistic Ghosts Over Xmas Poem by Paul Amrod

Marching are the masses with their fists held high
reminiscent of earlier terrible times gone by.
Just like Shirley Bassey sang with the Propellerheads
'Just a little bit of Hell's History is Repeating'.
Held up on a pedestal with ignorance understood
who's hate speeches are genuinely mistreating
the actuality distorting the worth of evil and good.
Using the attraction of power misusing his wealth
suckering nonthinkers into his realm of the dead.
Promising to the Latinos some castle in El Dorado
while controlling his border with barbwire instead.
Playing with numbers the billionaires are cheating
others with false claims in hidden guise and stealth.
Rolling in the remains of injustice like a hideous hyena
while waving over Skull and Bones with a twisted amen.
Then we have a princess from the state of Colorado
who with MTG is the basis of the right-wing lion's den
who was caught with her slip off in a theater with a friend.
Miss Marjorie wants to be VP with her blasting bravado.
She is an aggressive ignoramus flirting and fleeting.
Then back to our baboon by the light of the silvery moon.
Slipping on a banana republic without an apologia
drilling and fracking until we need a watershed.
Destroying the thoughts of universal healthcare
by jealously criticizing Barack for insuring our health.
With signs of 'Live free or die' in lovely New Hampshire
the fascistic ghosts are inviting the supporters to truly dare
to follow the evil orangutang who is grinning ear to ear.
This liar is badgered and his blabbering is very widespread
decking the halls with unreality and ugly raunchy regalia.
The speaker of the house is supporting a tweeting
monster with 91 criminal charges in his paraphernalia.
Moscow Mitch has a twitch and has been frozen bled
with ghosts like Graham forgetting to simply disappear.
While Texas last year was snowed in and deeply freezing
cruising Teddy lost his bearings in a punky phantasmagoria.
Poor Josh raised his quenching fist at the insurrection
and then ran for his life while the gang wasn't really teasing.
Lovely Ron Harold's Milwaukee will rise angrily being misled
into fake electors while he's BS-Ing in magnificent euphoria.
The longevity of repetition is their only pointed direction
hoping MAGA will be growing in power frying infrared.
We needn't play sweet with Santa Claus in his sled
climbing down the chimney with the angel's Gloria.
No damn! We will call Charles Dickens to change the Chorus
so only coal will be in every stocking for the next election.
Mister South African Apartheid Bum is the buccaneer
of the X in Xmas and will be extinguished for he endorsed
the apocalyptic Antichrist who is nothing but a puppeteer.
Playing with humans like marionettes pulling their threads
apart and letting them fall unsympathetically heaving
breathlessly under the Christmas tree begging for affection.
Attempting a congressional stunt with ruthlessly impeaching
our elderly Leprechaun with null evidence and he's grieving.
The fascistic ghosts are not finished with their coveted
calf as Mike Moses won't be fished from the rolling river.
He will part the Red Sea and be swallowed with a flood
while the jolly jongleur drops the ball with a shocking shiver.
Then we have the remembrance of Perry who dispirited
Jeffrey who claimed there were problems in Georg-i-a.
Now this ghost has been misdirected to Miss Fani
who will spank his hiney like a mighty musketeer.
Oh and the ghost who forgot about his subpoena
Mister Jimmy who is whinnying like a losing horse.
Now the man who slept with 'Mein Kampf' by his bed
claims our southern neighbors are poisoning our blood.
Then there are the vicious vermin crawling in the frontier
ready to infest our country for the man from Palatine.
No sir you will never receive our finely made wine
from your region by Deidesheim seen in your mirror.
We mustn't lose our land to the Nationalist commandeer
who irrationality claims replacement in our brotherhood.
A ghost may be mentioned who never hit a homer
always using falsehoods caught on Fox and smeared
from the land of Blue Grass; introducing Mr. James Comer.
With his funky accent blurting nonsense he will whine
perpetually and will be not remembered well in historia.
Cotton, Grassley, Paul, Kennedy and Lee are revered
amongst the power thirsty ghosts who fly over our heads.
We still wish them all a marvelous festival to dine
with their loved ones and to remember gentle Jesus.
We will call upon Tromso for all our shining reindeer
to save the meaning of Christmas praying for the just
who will reign in Heaven for peace till the end of time.
Asking all warriors to bury their swords and sabers.
His Words from the Sermon on the Mount will guide
us to a lovingly gesture giving one more tender rhyme
forgiving the forces of greed recollecting our tranquil Savior.
Shed acceptance and light and let your spirits mightily thrust
the gift of life within us and hug all inhabitants of our mankind.