Diss...

 © 7 November 2020, the Griot Poet

You, sir, are a piece of orange shit,

Though that’s unfair to the color orange,

As human feces, your feckless tan is Billy Ruben,

As quipped by malignant narcissist Hannibal Lector in “Silence of the Lambs,”

You’re not too far off the mark of that,

A fictional depiction of a malevolent villain,

Except, he was intelligent

 

You’re tweeting more like a lunatic since you lost,

Nina Simone said, “Mississippi got damn,” man,

For actual lawsuits, you have to have evidence,

And that’s not the voices in your head!

Not conceding isn’t winning,

It’s a traditional formality,

It’s not even necessary,

According to The Constitution and Nancy Pelosi,

 

Concession speeches are reserved for classier acts,

Than an adult Baby Huey, that’s never had pushback,

Since your wealthy parents,

Didn’t want to be bothered with your ass,

 

And sent you to Cornwall Military Academy,

Upstate New York enclave

For rich naves, like your parents

That didn’t want the embarrassment and ridicule of,

Turning you over to the juvenile criminal justice system,

 

No one’s ever told you just to shut UP,

Go back to the golf course, buttercup,

I doubt you’ve ever been spanked, or in time out,

You’re a septuagenarian infant,

Who has never been disciplined,

 

So, after six bankruptcies and five draft deferments,

What made you think you could gaslight a pandemic?

Norman Vincent Peale’s “power of positive thinking.”

Has about as much effect on it as the laws of physics,

Which are inherently invariant,

And dismissive of self-hypnosis/auto-suggestion,

In the case of science: “it is what it is,”

 

Which is why you surround yourself with idiot sycophants,

Impervious to information that would change your stubborn stance,

Your third chief of staff surrendered to this menace,

Karma paid him recompense,

 

But repetition is effective when managing cult members,

Whose spell is broken with your losing,

All the violence hinted in dark musing,

Has bled into the background and back under the rocks it emerged,

Because going out in a blaze of glory for you isn’t worth it,

 

You tweet like a lunatic loon,

You waste taxpayer dollars on frivolous lawsuits,

Delaying your inevitable prosecution,

The money you stole, paid back to whom it’s due:

 

“We the people, of the United States, in order to form a more perfect Union, establish justice, secure domestic tranquility. Provide for the common defense; promote the general welfare, and to secure the blessings of Liberty, to ourselves, and our posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution of the United States of America.”

 

Which you will no longer abuse!