Oh the pompous lies,

The unholy casting of stones,

Of the boring drag,

Of puffed-up brags.

Brags of nothing true 

Always crude, power tripping

And lewd.

Never classy.

Polished up outlandish,

Ornamented dirt and dish,

Dragging the gutter

Where all truths must shutter.

So lost in grandiose delusion 

Without sight to see

Beyond the illusion 

Of blind trophying collusion.

Abusing power 

Without care or thought

Unfeeling, unthinking maggots,

Parasites - psychotic, idiotic and tragic.

The walking, talking embarrassments,

The laughingstocks

Of immense dishonor, crimes and shame.

Always messing with and up the game.