A Gaping Grimace

Back muscle bulge, exploded forelimbs

A man-bird refined

The stupidity of it all

His battle is with a barbell

A bumblefoot in boots, for sure unbalanced

This man-bird alights

Emblazoned animus on his arm

His pinnas aflap triumphal

How long can he hold that gaping grimace?

Craning his neck and tilting his head

Like the proffering plastic of a loaded Pez 

Dispenses his hokum, somehow pulling a thread

From the garbage and lies that his president says

How long can he hold that gaping grimace?

Frayed feathers plucked, discarded camera

Their rights apprised

Sanctioned slaughter within his grip

They beg his brain to cerebrate

Beseech his heart to activate

Hate-flashing badge disclosed and mocking

The man-bird recites

The legality of it all

Nesting within the system

How long can he hold that gaping grimace?

Craning his neck and tilting his head

Like the proffering plastic of a loaded Pez 

Dispenses his hokum, somehow pulling a thread

From the garbage and lies that his president says

How long can he hold that gaping grimace?

What is in this grimace, this gaping grimace

The stinking rictus he effects

The violent instinct it projects?

What is in this grimace?

There hate and courage can connect

Can drip and drool and go unchecked

Within a body he’ll perfect

In place of love and intellect

And lie that he will serve, protect

And treat all lives with all respect

How long can he hold that gaping grimace?

Don’t be mistaken, don’t be misled

He can hold it as long as the bald eagle says

He parrots the bullshit, he’s a feathered inbred

Glut on garbage and lies like an allofed Pez

How long can he hold that gaping grimace?