The Little Man

There was a crooked man

With crooked little hands

Elected to a crooked office

Where justice no longer stands

In his crooked little mind

He had a crooked thought

On how to line his crooked pockets

In a way he won't be caught

This crooked man with little hands

Had crooked dreams of grandeur

Addicted to grasping for ultimate power

He was also a pee voyeur

This crooked man had a crooked mind

With crooked greedy aspirations

With thoughts of gold covered Mar-a-Largo

Where he took his weekend golf vacations

A crooked government was formed

Led by a crooked crony named Bannon

Because the crooked man with crooked thoughts

Was too much of a loose cannon

Appointing other crooked men

This crooked man built his throne

Moved in from his Manhattan tower

The White House was now his home

Replacing all the colors of red white and blue

With the color he loved of gold

Honesty and integrity now for sale

The government to be bought and sold

With each branch of government in their pockets

Checks and Balances don't work very well

Runaway greed fleecing the poor

A government gone to hell

The destruction of democracy

Replaced with an autocracy

Leading with his crooked cronies

A banana republic in infancy

Just what would our forefathers think

Of this leadership today

They would be spinning in their graves

Much to their dismay

(c) BAM