He Represents Us

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Oh, he is the boss’s little lap dog.

He’s proud of it. Little chin out, yap, yap,

Yapping away. His mouth spews nonsense, pap

For feeding his cruel-lipped master’s bog

Of lies, pretense, puerile stupidity,

And childish insults. He pretends it’s for

Us, for our pride, but makes some dark moor

Of any place he can touch and see.

He is a bully to those he sees as weak

And a sycophant to the ‘strong’ — translate

That as the rich whose bounty we await –

Thus he reveals our mean and petty streak.

And so, this aide to a petty Fuhrer,

Puts all of us into the world’s sewer.

Pandrang Row©

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G. Pandrang Row

Writer, teacher and generally gadfly with liberal tendencies.