The gold standard for teleprompted puppets
his shiny warm words like buffed up nuggets
masking the coldest of treacherous bastards
the deceiver-in-chief
glibbed his route through the slickest of scripts
written by his hidden string-pulling masters.
From behind a lectern on a studio set
the celebrated deep state marionette
— draped in the stately cape of soaring rhetoric
his mellifluous oratory bathing his ears —
leaned on his hypnotic time-honoured props
stirring the proverbial pot of primordial fears
so as to block all logic put a halt to analysis
and trigger paralysis of critical thought.
Through the captivating incantational cadence
of his impeccably inflected spellbinding talks
the security state’s dapper unflappable salesman
persuaded the vastly-malleable Pavlovian mobs
that the foe du jour lurked both without and within
with a simple view to drumming up consent
for unchecked repression to further grease
a stupendously reckless running up of expenses
with a view to funding a virtually ceaseless feast
of secrecy snooping and defense-excused looting;
with a view to setting the gluttonous-budget tone
for the military/surveillance control-obsessed beast
and its kickback-channeling contractor cronies
to make an absolute killing both abroad and at home.
In classic tyrannical fashion — following
his dark sordid orders to a dastardly tee —
he was triple-quick to enlist
safety as his unassailable pretext
for declaring indefinite wars
on amorphous enemy types
making consummate use of this foolproof cover
for the flagrant curtailment of freedoms and rights
with a reverent nod to his idol and god Big Brother.
His hutzpah so prodigious it beggared belief
the master prevaricator the duke of duplicity
the prince of hypocrites the traitor-in-chief
— attired as always in finest false patriotic garb —
had in the course of thwarting the will of the peeps
and betraying the oath he swore he would keep
mastered the art of leveling the charge
of treason at those who harboured the truth
in its most suppressed endangered hour
— at those who dared suggest there was proof
of treasonous acts by the traitors in power.
An eager cog in a monstrous machine
of practically inconceivable mind-boggling evil
— the very model of an autocue-ushered puppet
his warm burnished words like polished nuggets
cloaking the coldest of soulless bastards —
on screen as in public
the empire’s hallowed mascot
— the king of silver-tongued actors —
played the grand part of the Big Man In Charge
while in private he toadied to his cold-blooded masters.