Basket of Truth

You crooked your finger, called them back

To answer all your questions.

And then you threw them on the rack

Extracted their confessions.

They intended to keep quiet,

To say nothing you could use,

By twisting it for listeners to turn into abuse.

You stood there eyebrows arched,

As if you suffered from some pain,

While turning their words over

In an effort to obtain

A heads up go to moment

You could steal and call your own,

While preparing commentators

Who are lurking near your home.

It is just misinformation,

Don't give credence to the words.

When you check the facts you'll find

The line of reasoning's absurd,

Oh yes, absurd.

Kept incommunicado,

They were locked into a room,

They pondered all your falsehoods

In a minimalist gloom.

You misinformed a nation,

You told lies, made foolish claims

That defied investigation

And were spurious, insane.

There were all those random tweets made

That were gathered up by fools,

And repeated by those rednecks

Who have never seen a school.

While those that can think now shudder

At your ignorance and greed

And wonder why the others chose

A fool like you to lead.

He will cost you your economy

And your life is on the line.

For him the duty of the rich

Is stealing from the blind,

Yes, from the blind,

Oh yes, the blind.

Mark Langlais 2020