This is a story of the littlest man in a great big land.
With the Littlest brain and tiny man hands.
He had an orange face and a sprayed on fake tan.
And lots of tangerine pancake makeup, for a so called BIG MAN.
He grabbed and he grabbed with those little man hands.
He said, “I’ll grab and I’ll grab as much as I can!”
He had the littlest of things and the biggest dreams.
But to others they were nightmares…for most it would seem.
He planned and he plotted – Insurrection to glean.
With the Littlest hands for this GREAT BIG FAT man.
He handed out bags of money for some,
Later they’d find the grifter had filled with quicksand.
Then the littlest man with tiny man hands
Had the Littlest understanding and a great BIG LIE.
He proved he was scary, angry, and not at all shy…
He loves ketchup, Kentucky, and grabbing pussy (without consent).
With the Littlest of minds and the loudest of voices
That screamed nonsense to a many of ill-informed masses.
With the littlest of minorities in his “big” audience stands.
But it was filled with a many willing cop killing white fans.
The little man with a great big criminal plan
With his criminal friends
The kind that would drive child molesting planes and vans
With the biggest of help from the corrupt GOP clans
To overthrow an election and subvert democracy.
He screams and he waives his little man hands.
Hey Thomas, Alito, Kavenagh, Gorsuch, you too woman now Bareit (Barrett),
You owe me, I own you. Your souls are mine he said as his little angry hands shook!
Don’t you dare even think about throwing that book.
To overthrow an election and subvert democracy.
To dismantle a government that was to serve you and me.
The littlest man with his tiny man hands,
Filled with great big greed and a great big criminal plan
The littlest man with the tiny man hands
Grabbing everything and stealing all that they can.
With the littlest wife
And the littlest kids
They’d better lie for me on that stand.
And they did, they did!
All gave judgement when they also held the greatest of sins
See they hatched a plan
If they/he didn’t win
What to do, with the little grabby man’s hands.
With the littlest of morals
And the littlest love for anything, our planet, or anyone else that lived
Cause they had the littlest numbers and see he did not in fact win
But they screamed it and screamed it, to see what would stick.
With the littlest gloves
And the littlest hearts
That still somehow was engorged, and we wait for it to give out
With the evilest of schemes and the littlest of chances
but the littlest of chance should make you rise up and take a stand.
With the littlest of compassion and a wee bit of words
With a simple plan to lie, deny, deflect- he said with angry balled up little man hands.
When We the People have two eyes and a lot of common sense
To know he’s guilty of treason- he’s an insurrectionist.
A criminal trying one last crime.
with a great big hunger for never doing what’s right.
We need to stand up against him
AND fight, fight, fight!
With the littlest of rings
And a short list of “good” deeds
And littlest of other bodily things
Yet padded his pockets with crimes and other type schemes.
It’s an insurrection, I WON, they’ll believe me I’m loud!
Leads to the littlest man having a great big temper tantrum.
Who knew that the littlest of men would be a great big fat man?
With orange skin and tiny man hands.
With the littlest of wisdom and the littlest of truth and the greatest gift of deception
From his littlest lying pursed lips.
With the littlest amount of couth and even fewer than that of scruples.
He hatched the littlest of schemes- to dupe -y’all’s as equals.
All whilst -pocketing money, and side to side went his evil darting pupils.
And great big comb over hair.
And a Red Devils hat.
With claims to make things great again,
But he never did that.
It was the mark of the beast and the symbol in the hand.
That united a few people with the man tiny little man hands.
The littlest man in a great big land
Screamed look over there, a
And he whispered at his kids, republicans, and some girl named Nicki, Ron, Mitch, and let’s not forget Lindsey, YOU’RE my little bitch!
Stick to the plan kids lie, deny… deny.. deny.
Every time they ask you who, when, or why?
With lots of venom he hissed, hissed, and he hissed.
And his little wife turned her cheek when he leaned in for a kiss.
As allegations of forced pussy grabbing flew from many of unwelcomed kissed.
But the marks he made, they aimed and missed, missed, missed.
With the littlest of hands, he carried big huge lies.
He carried lots of evil things, even despite his hand’s size.
With those same littlest of hands, he carried all 7 deadly sins.
He is hoping and wishing that he could just win, win, sin.
With the biggest of tempers and always seeing blood murder red.
With a fear of windmills and of powerful women,
As lady justice pulls down her skirt,
She said, “Don’t you don’t me with those little dirty criminal man hands.”
“Don’t you even try and take a look- you’re a crook!”
So were watching, were waiting to see if SCOTUS is blind or bought.
Or paid for boats, lands, or blood red wine.
He screams and he screams, YOU BETTER NOT CONVICT.
I bought you. I paid for YOU. YOUR SOUL is mine. I PICKED!
He screams and he screams, but we can’t let evil win.
He packed and he packed courts with crooked drunk frat boy judges.
That also grabbed pussy without consent – none to be given.
He screams, and he screams, anger in vast amounts.
Lady Justice fixes her skirt, because the justices they tried, lied, and they pounced.
He screams and he screams waiving his little, tiny man hands.
He grabs and he grabs – stealing everything that he can.
This kind of evil was foreseen by forefathers a time ago.
And freedom will last so long as good men and women
Don’t sell out to evil and do what’s right.
This goes for all citizens from shore to shining shore.
The littlest man in a great big land.
With the Littlest brain and tiny man hands.
Will destroy democracy with all his sins – he thinks he can.
We must always stand up to evil; we can’t let it win.
Vote for the republic for which we all stand.
America the beautiful is all of our land.
(This is an old version of the poem I deleted when he won the election because I knew he would try to steal our rights and our freedoms, including the 1st amendment- Freedom of Speech. Now, I post it and added a little to it because we can’t be afraid to express ourselves, live our true authentic lives, or use our freedoms as we wish.)
