BANNON‘S INDICTMENT IN IRONY

Imposing his will like a nastily brazen hardcore redneck
Cursing the hamsauced at the truck driver’s discothèque
Suffering with gout while kicking his big toe in tyranny
Slurping his Jack Daniel’s with a deplorable morbidity
Sliming up to Rand and creaming the ass of Teodoro
Riding on a donkey grinning minus his portfolio
Starting his fantasy with a podcast called the War Room
making deals with Black Art’s Witches on their filthy brooms.
Meeting with a smugly smear in the lobby of the Willard
where the halls are twisted and not pleasantly pillared.
Holding a conference helping to incite the punkie Proud Boys
while the lawyer named Eastman was the ultimate killjoy.
The erratic confusion would be the result of the coup
while brainless beasts danced with the bastardly Boogaloo.
A perfect match for our humongous liar of narcissism
consumed by their useless worth indulging in heathenism.
Trying to impress the Eastern European despicable despots
failing immensely without earnestness as a total hypocrite.
Picking his nose incognito with no interest ´from any female
financially unfit trying to miserably manipulate Hilary’s Email.
Every endeavor he has bumbled since he came on the scene
with an aura so uncharismatic and a smirk so lethality obscene.
A punitive boss hated by his employees haplessly resentful
bringing home no bacon with each day so very uneventful.
Nonetheless he raked it in with the blue-eyed 45 patrons
by stealing their contributions for the wall with blue ribbons.
Thrown out of Navy for his incredibly irreverent profanity
with his irrelevant issues regarding any resemblance of sanity.
Becoming a film producer and thwarting peace in holy Hollywood
as a complaining neoconservative centrist destroying all livelihood.
Screwing the Tea Party with his trampling of the mom of hockey
playing the Eye of the Tiger for Rambo Stallone instead of Rocky.
Wasn’t this amazingly similar to the fateful day of the insurrection?
His Kamikaze mission was derailed for he is possessed by dereliction.
His influence on the Reps is catastrophic hiding his inner intention
loosing suddenly his savior faire for he’s been sent to his detention.
Lost in incompetence pulling straws for his next bloody battalion
forcibly bullying his weight around without any true companion.
Hence he doesn’t give a hoot about any true sense of loyalty
submerged in his phantasmagoria like a deadened detached royalty.
Monstrously uninhibited splurging his nonsense like a soap balloon
pretending to be Jesse James caught by the Deputy in an old saloon.
Caught in a role where he needs to sing in a prisoner’s dilemma
left alone in a cell without a walky-talky nor a radio minus antenna.
Mistreated deservedly by most of his cherished motley colleagues
who are waiting for a meeting with a committee devoid of fatigue.
Unfortunately he played Russian Roulette with his secret scheme
botched with corruptness and a military’s missile with no regime.
Better pick up the pieces from Don Juan who is in another league
smoldering amidst brimstones being a victim of misguided intrigue.