I wouldn't call myself a political animal, but things reached a point at which I needed to write this song. I don't know what the tipping point was, exactly. Maybe it was the abandoning of important accords; maybe it was the tweet after Greta Thunberg was named Time Magazine's Person of the Year. (That she needs to practice anger management and learn to relax.) Maybe it was the article John Wade sent me providing a clear and well researched justification for a diagnosis of narcissism. It could have been many things really.
Then John sent me some poetry he had written, and that brought things into focus. Some of his perceptive lines are in this song.
Lyrics
A Right Mess
You have made a right mess of it now, Donald
Even your old cronies are concerned
All the ones you hired to say yes, Donald
Even they might say that they have learned
There’s things you prob’ly shouldn’t do, especially narcissists like you
Who just take things too far
And as your image starts to whither you might want to reconsider
Just exactly who you think you are
Donald, you’re no rising star
I never thought I’d need to write this song, Donald
I thought that your campaign would simply fall
But 60 million people can be wrong, Donald
And that might be the oddest thing of all
It doesn’t matter what you do, they still stay in love with you
When the rest of the world just shake their heads
The thin denials and the lies, it’s like they cover up their eyes
And ears to all you’ve done and said
Donald, let’s put this thing to bed.
You have made a hot mess of it now, Donald
New York is glad that you've left town
What's that sound you hear, well can you guess, Donald
That's your power shutting down
And if someone says “no” to you,
This is such a blow to you
You call them names like traitor or worse
Then you have a few more rallies with fabricated tallies
And claims of yet another first
Donald, that’s your bubble that just burst.
At first I thought you were comic relief, Donald
Jetting 'round the country like a storm
Now you’ve taken things beyond belief, Donald
It’s time to put an end to all this harm
And friends you don’t have many, ‘cept for Rudi Guliani
And with friends like him, you know the refrain
All those things that I once thought
Were gained from victories hard fought
They’re just circling the drain
Donald, please let us stop the pain.
© Gary Poole and John Wade 2019