The Liars’ Chair

In lying words you know your place,
for the sake of the liars’ chair.
Upon your knees you often face,
the lies that fill the air.

How did you feel to hear the lie,
About Sarah’s baby Trig?
Did you not care, did you not cry?
Or was it you who danced the jig?

As the truth arrived from way up north,
Did your stomach churn and ache?
As you watched her walk back and forth,
Did you think it was just fake?

As the words came out of your monkey clown
Did you think he couldn’t be outdone?
A Republican from a podunk town,
Is no threat to the Chosen One.

Now here we are in early fall,
And your monkey’s lost his shine.
Does fear now lurk in your abdominal wall
As your monkey falls far behind?

He’ll lose come that November day,
When Americans turn out to vote.
For monkeys from Chicago way
All suffer from the liars’ bloat.