Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

This is a jazz piece,
a classical piece of
unvarnished truth,
a little punk too.

Trump is a liar.
Trump is the liar,
a pathological liar,
a two time purveyor.

the problem with epic lies
is you can't keep track of them
and we know now to assume if he opens his mouth
and his lips are moving, you can bet it's a lie
maybe a new one, maybe an old one
but for sure a lie
he lives for today, and goes for the sound bite

Thanks, Mr. saw.

It's not a good "poem," really. If perezozo was here, he'd crush this one.

It's (arguably) too political and didactic, (arguably) inappropriate and inartistic.

It's (arguably) too heavy-handed. (Arguably) could be accused of stating the obvious.

Yet, re: its subject, the ultimate embodiment of falsehood, what else can really be said?

The old joke ending with "when his lips are moving" literally (LIE-terally?) applies here.

Anyway, I promise (I hope) to refrain from such fare, going forward.