He just can't stop talking about the wall -
Promising nothing about it will be small -
With solar panels like hair up top,
And eyes and ears to make them stop.
And though he insists that they will pay,
Wall turns to fence, then hits a delay.
Is this our truth, just slightly degraded?
Or bald-faced lies hardly debated?
He gets off big making legal end runs,
And preaches 'bout more, bigger and worse fake guns,
Then jams the helm of the ship of state
To ground it on the shoals of hate,
So that his people loot e'er after,
Oblivious to the whole world's laughter.
Is this our truth, just slightly degraded?
Or bald-faced lies hardly debated?
Big bald-faced lies?
Wild bald-faced lies?
Weird bald-faced lies?
Just bald-faced lies.