An Irony Of Preposterousness Poem by Paul Amrod

His jaws were as lopsided as a poor platypus
He behaved addlepated like a total ignoramus
Discombobulated and completely estranged
Falling over his steps twisted and disarranged
Can someone help this poor unwished urchin?
He's lost on the way to Oz like an evil munchkin.
Striking like Rumpelstilzchen with his white supremacy
making a pact with the Ku Klux Klan with his savage secrecy.
Hypocritically playing innocent and turning our stomachs
Freezing the right wing on their proverbial lazy buttocks
Condemning all who do not please his twisted fancy
Unpredictable with his jargon and his pants are very antsy
Loving his followers responding to his blatant fascism
reflecting his heritage which all Germans left for realism.
Absurdly gyrating his left hand with an unnatural circle
irking the ghouls to come forward with another obstacle.
Close-minded from the get go to any other infallible program
Stumbling over his words without the use of his diaphragm
His guttural irrational impulses are cluttering our self-esteem
Claiming only a handful deserve the lost American dream
The four freshmen shyly sing their song as congresswomen
exceedingly rapturous for every righteous loving citizen.
This brings wrinkles to his brow and a burst of brutal vengeance
warning them with consequences provoking an NSA surveillance.
Blinded by hyped-up Zionistic rhetoric he threatens the passive Persians
raising the eyebrows of intellectuals forging their astute controversion.
Hideous remarks initiating an investigation of his mental health
His denial is perverted by his extravagantly superfluous wealth
Plumply sneering into the camera, irritating all with his insincerity
Illogically stumbling with his hodgepodge devoid of all clarity
Mindlessly murmuring his jumbled presentation of myths so hysteric
He reminds one of a drunken monk or a sanctimonious cleric
Arousing his masses to a group of dangerous non-thinkers
screaming out mottos damned for their gestures like token clinkers.
Hallelujah for he will never reform, lost in his world of corrosion,
fracking and whacking his course and polluting our seven oceans.
The Antarctic is swelling with no homes for the penguins
as the Jet Stream distorts in rapidity with Slavic eastern winds.
The internal melting of our holy green island he seems to deny
as polar bears are in deep despair as their habitat does modify.
His incapacity to understand our climate change is colossal
Still digging for the last and lost energy disturbing all sacred fossils
We pray for his enlightenment although all hopes have been shattered
and wait hopefully for words of wisdom from a jovial Mad-Hatter.
Needlessly starting his re-election campaign with his silly gibberish
swimming through untredded waters with all of his jellyfish.
Reminiscing his days with all those talented big-time wrestlers
Being remembered as one of the most idiotically greediest embezzlers
Oh Lord it is time for me to lay down my pen and stop searching for insults
and let Green Peace and Friday for Future begin the well-needed revolt.