He Puffs Himself Up

He Puffs Himself Up
© Surazeus
2024 10 11

He guns loud engine of his giant truck 
to gamble with the Savior for good luck, 
but spins out on iced highway of despair 
which makes him transform into the brown bear 
who steals stale communion wafers of faith 
from the dumpster behind Church of the Wraith. 

He polishes gun of his bitter heart, 
after misreading the upside-down chart 
that maps every signless road Jesus paved, 
to kidnap the children Lucifer saved 
from religious fear of his doomsday cult 
without calculating the dire result. 

He preaches salvation on bright-lit stage 
to rile up the crowd with indignant rage 
for all those poor people and immigrants 
to blunt attention from his impotence, 
then sells them timeshares to the Afterlife 
with promise of reward from social strife. 

He signs expensive Bibles that he sells 
while boasting curses of cathedral bells 
when he attempts to steal the crown of thorns, 
then parades naked with the blowing horns, 
leading thieves to storm walls of Jericho 
as arrogant son of the virago. 

He stumbles lost in fun-house mirror maze, 
aggressively demanding in blind daze 
that all pledge loyalty to his mad reign 
while insecurity drives him insane, 
so we purge that devil from paradise 
to cleanse our nation of his septic vice. 

He shouts accusations with twisted lies 
that Jupiter Joe and his clever spies 
control the weather to hurl hurricanes 
that smash cities on conservative plains, 
declaring God anoints him King of Earth, 
yet disregards what loving hearts are worth. 

He promises to rule with iron fist 
as dictator who kills those who resist 
till we unite with Queen of Liberty 
to save our essential democracy 
so when he tries to suppress our free vote 
we exercise our sacred right to choose. 

He puffs himself up huge to appear strong, 
but he deflates at courage of our song 
for, though he seems to loom over our land, 
his fake bluster, as castle in the sand, 
will crumble so he fades from memory 
because we will survive his treachery.