Ph: Humor: Octopuses From Outer Space Poem by Brian Johnston

I'm glad I'm not some 'octoplie'
I'd not serve friends in Shephard's Pie
What slimy mollusk could invent
Or needs eight arms: A hollow tent
(More land than sea)who won't pay rent!
Rich born with more? (Some do sport ten!)
If tentacles count, squids might win!

One big surprise is sight I hear,
First eyes on Earth whose vision's clear,
Survives by clouds that others scare.
Medusa's trick has far less flair,
Turns men to stone without a chance
Trump grabs or spins his 'True Romance! '
Her head sports snakes that writhe and warn.
Of both be warned, if human born!

Why voyage to a distant star
We've stranger things, Trump Tower's bar
Where Russians greet our President.
Don thinks dictators represent
The best of man and kicks the can
Of Global Warming! Feckless man,
No reprobate, he robs Earth's till,
No thought of Jack, far less of Jill.

He uses wealth to rape the world
Fake hair, fake news: Trump's flag unfurled!
He laughs when child at border dies,
No crime regrets though Nature cries!
His kids help instigate more crimes
Parade's a hit on "March of Dimes! "
His seed's as wormy as can be
Its fruit all rots still sucking tree.
 
The 'octoplie' earth's true 'blue blood, '
Not born to fear a damning flood.
Does it seem fair what floats can't drown?
Immunity to God's his crown?
What need have fish for Noah's Ark
Did 'Fall' exist? God's wrath miss mark?
The flood subsides, Ark's contents out,
Do hungry lions stay devout?

It seems Men need to deal with Sin
Of every man, if Earth's to win!
Trump lies to hide tax owed not paid
And publicly asks Russian aid
To get elected! Fair or foul?
Should honest men do more than scowl?
May we, in TRUTH, be bold! What's fair's
To not be cowed by billionaires.

If you think poem's Truth's perverse
How can you bear his 'Octiverse? '
Though fashion is not metered rhyme,
His Truth decays in record time
What's true one day is false the next
The 'tweet that lies' is Trump's subtext
Its clouds of ink conceal his fear!
But Ass is all that he holds dear!

His first defense, a 'putrid night, '
Then layered fools attract foe's might,
'Lost leaders' that forestall Truth's win:
Fool's acts deflect from Donald's Sin!
Spends tax (we pay)to 'grease the till'
Of those who serve their master's will!
His wickedness (disguised by fat) ,
"Your wealth is mine: " (Trump's 'welcome mat! ')

Do you seek safety in a crowd?
My friend, I say this loud, not proud,
"The earth is dying as we speak! "
My warning's English, too, not Greek!
May half-life, profiteers destroy
And obfuscations they employ!
More dangerous? The cornered Bear,
'Red' Ass Trump loves! What can compare?


Brian Johnston
24th of June in 2019