Little birdie told me

Little birdie told me:
world’s about to end.
Trolling Trumpelstiltskin
can’t stop hitting send.
Tweeting about buttons.
“Mine’s the biggest one!”
Millions at risk now.
Hey, it’s all in fun.

Congressmen they don’t care
what he has to say.
Sign our legislation,
while we look away.
Party over country.
Let him feed them lies.
While they’re all distracted,
we can steal the prize.

Fragile little ego:
“stable genius.”
Dish but cannot take it,
full of avarice.
Juvenile nicknames,
temper tantrums, too.
Sorry grand old party,
this one falls on you.

Decency and honor:
things he’ll never know.
Come and get your ticket.
See the circus show.
Donnie in the big top,
barking out his spiel.
Congress in his pocket,
working on a deal.

Fleece the working people.
Fund a border wall.
Tax breaks for the wealthy.
Man, they’ve got some gall.
Healthcare for poor children
placed in the backseat,
while their wealthy masters
grab some more to eat.

Gorging on the spoils
lobbyists provide.
Wash it down with excess.
Choke it down with pride.
Keep the masses hoodwinked.
Mark them for the con.
Make them think you care for
anyone but Don.

Hold a great big rally.
Play upon their fears.
Feed into their anger.
Soak in all their cheers.
Catchy lines and slogans:
gimmicks in the game.
Turn them on the other.
Show you have no shame.

Boast of any good news.
Blame when things are crap.
Trends you once called fake news?
Feathers in your cap.
Self-proclaimed messiah,
made in China crown.
Loyalty runs one way:
never trickles down.

Little birdie told me:
world might be alright.
If enough are willing.
If we’ll stand and fight.