The Quest for the Perfect Lie
There once was a grump named Take-it-all Trump
He was not like you or I,
The thing he wanted most in life
Was to tell the ultimate lie
He‘d lie about everything, whether it mattered or
not
He’d lie if it was cold, he’d say it was hot!
He lie about climate or even the rain
He’d lie about the path of a cat 5 hurricane
He’d lie about how climate was affecting the earth
He’d even lie about a President’s own place of
birth
He’d lie about people who heroes became
He’d call them insignificant or desecrate their
name
He’d lie about his opponents failing health,
His own of course was kept deeply in stealth
He’d lie about taxes and how much he paid
He’d lie about his wealth and the deals he’s made
When true facts emerged that countered his views
He'd lie and chalk it all up to “reporting fake news”
He’d lie how his poll number were the greatest of all
And people just wondered how he had so much gall
And if you accused him of lying, he’d say to your face
That you were the liar – because of your race!
But despite all these lies he still wanted more
To tell the perfect lie, “That’s what I yearn is
for”.
So he went on a quest to seek the greatest liar
Of lies great and small, no fabrication could go
higher
And in the far land of Russia he’d once heard tell
Of a man who could lie better than any lie He could
sell
So to this man Putin he did bow at his feet
Who offered him lies to cause his opponent’s defeat
And in exchange, he'd ask a small deed,
When the time is just right, he’d say what he’d need
So trump took his offer and the election did steal
And lied of the landslide he’d won, though none of
it real
But the ultimate lie, was waiting there still
And he could not face it – No matter his will
For the ultimate lie, that he just couldn’t face
Was the truth that his Presidency was a total
disgrace.
