King of Lies

King of Lies It's all about you, Isn't it? Always, no matter what the disaster You've most recently caused. It always comes back to you, And how badly you're treated By the Fake News (By which we mean the real truth, As reported by those Enemies of the People). You, Oh naked would-be king, Are the Enemy of the People. And more, and more, and more of them Are coming to understand that. In a way I suppose you may be right; After all, were it not for you, We wouldn't be mocked by the rest of the world. We wouldn't be force-fed 'Alternative Facts". We wouldn't have our honor and our very lives Held hostage to your need to be the center of all attention. Your citizens are dying, by the way, As you keep us floundering like a Third World country. And you haven't even the grace Not to insult and belittle The many, many everyday heroes among us Who risk their lives incessantly That others may live. So go on, our unclothed wanna-be Emperor; Make your pronouncements To your emptying, echoing audience hall. You are king of one thing, That is true: You are the king of lies. You have lied so much you have no idea Of what truth actually is. You are delusional; The reality you inhabit Is not our, true reality. There is a real world out here; Believe it or not. And one day the nightmare you've created Will fade into the grateful past, And you will be vilified Down through the centuries, And no one, not even your enablers Will mourn your passing, Not even your family, Because you have no virtues. Know this; you will die - soon; No doubt this will be a great surprise to you. But come it will, And when it does, Will you be able to put forth any account for yourself? Will a single human life Have been improved As a result of your existence? No. You will go down to Eternity Unmourned. Not your wife, not your children, Not your spineless lickspittles Will mourn your passing. And for this I pity you. It must be nice To be so isolated From reality; To just accept That your version of reality is correct; That everything works the way You want it to. But this is not the case; And in the end it will be acknowledged That you were the worst of all our Presidents, And somehow, we survived you. Thank God you will fade into our pasts; Thank God we are stronger than you.