Updated: Jul 7
(Best read listening to GS-H’s classic “B-Movie“)
This. Song is in honor of Gil Scot-Heron
But since I’ve stopped swearing,
The first thing I wanna say is
Total exoneration my posterior.
Because it seems that we’ve been Barred
From ever seeing the facts, no matter how hard,
And that a 4 page excuse for a final conclusion
Is just more evidence of obstruction and collusion
Yeah, I remember, in this the era of the Mara Largo resort
From where puttin’ Putin frequently disparaged the Mueller report,
I remember what I said about the Donald—
Meant it. Said he’d be worse than Reagan Ronald
That B-movie bed time for Bonzo bit actor—
Said he’d Abnormalize norms, he’d use it as his x-factor,
For ratings, not facts, let alone truth, rule his daze
Of Neo-Narcissism which only adoration craves.
What has happened is that in the past 20 years
Republicans have been stoking its bases’ base fears
Flaming what many thought were racism’s’ dying embers
Into conflagrations that ignited Klu-Klux-Clan members
And others who have chosen to hate rather than to love
Because in reality tv, it’s ratings that rate all else above.
We’re all Apprentices in this I suppose….
No one should be surprised by the way this country looks,
We’ve relinquished our freedoms to a bunch of crooks
Who dissemble, lie, cheat, steal,
The artifice behind their art of the deal.
We don’t know if the Price is Right
But for nostalgia, for yesterday, we’re willing to fight,
Especially to make, once again, America white.
So, come with me, back to the future,
Where a stitch in time is a suture
Sewing us all to an inglorious past
Where we are charter members of the Apprentice cast.
In reality tv, fair
Is beyond square,
It’s all about being mean,
making the scene
Larger than life,
although it’s rife
With the deception
Where facts and fiction
Fit the same description
Of “fake news”
Where we all lose
Our sense of reality,
To reality tv..
The producer, underwritten by Vladimir Putin,
Is hand in-the-jar Jared, always looking to be lootin’
The Director, a Con-a-way from Jail, Kelly-Anne
Who according to her Agent Orange, can’t control her man
The script, an adaptation of the report Mueller,
But unlike Billy-Boy Barr’s version, a tad fuller.
The music will be faced—by Michael Jackson and the Pedophiles—
Change the man in the mirror’s image by changing your style.
The tune has been changed from that old Shakespearean rag:
Now appearance IS reality as long as it has a catchy hash tag.
[Man in Mirror Melody]
Gonna tell ‘em to keep the change
Gonna keep selfishly living my life,
Like Donald Trump, I’m gonna hump,
But not with my pregnant wife…..
…I’m ending with the man in the mirror
And for a narcissist there’s no better place to start
When words mean nothing and nothing is clearer
Than that Trump is the creation of Bannon’s Breitbart
[back to Realitv beat]
Tis a theme song for selling alternative facts
And on the “real truth” making attacks
So that lies seem more than made for tv real
Like the tax cut for the wealthy was for us a great deal
Trump opens up his mouth and out pops a lie,
Such as if we don’t build a wall we’re all gonna die
Or, that Michael Flynn was such a homey
He had to fire that “Nut Job” James Comey.
Pinnochio proof that man is
On Fox and Friends he’s a downright Wiz
And who can forget let alone forgive the daily insanity
Of his Mueller hating minion Sean Hannity?
We sure are making America Great Again!
By letting the rooster molest the hen,
Though one proved kind of costly, a $130,000 “loan”
To his trusted lackey-fixer Michael Cohen.
Yet the hits keep coming from his NRA backed MAGA-zine
With policies that if not evil are certainly mean
Like separating families and repealing health care
Kinda makes you wonder how Republicans dare.
But dare they do since it’s just a tv show
Of power, greed, white male ego,
For what do facts matter
When your reality is Trump’s latest Twitter patter?
For as the ratings go,
So goes the money
Follow it from Russia to Mara-Largo
And you’re sure to smell something funny.
Trump plays victim, says he’s being deep-state hounded,
But if you look at the character of the character’s by which he’s surrounded
It’s easy to see the wisdom within that old adage about birds of a feather
Like him, they’ve allowed themselves from reality to be untethered.
Many Republicans in the congress have hit the road
Either by being voted out or by being a toad
Like that tax-cuts for the rich guy guy Paul Ryan
A plastic fantastic version of Trump and all his lyin’.
And that is what we must realize,
That it’s in the lies
Wherein lies the truth
And if we want proof
Just listen closely to Trump’s accusations
They are mirrors of his personal nation--
He’s the crook, he’s the liar, he’s the (Putin) pawn--
It’s so tv-ish, predictable, makes me want to yawn.
And as a nation
We want tittilation
Whether its braless or not
As long as it entertains
We don’t have to use our brains
And we can let this country go to rot.
So, I just keep repeatin’
That Trump, in Hillary defeating,
Has done something no one else could do:
For the days and ways of Ronald Reagan I now rue.
Ain’t nothin but lies
Ain’t nothin but lies
Ain’t nothing but RE AL I Tv
[in background a cacophony of Trymp’s greatest hits, from Mexico paying for his wall
to knowing nothing about the Storm with racist statements—like
“there’s good people on both sides”]