Onward, Forward, Shout Aloud Hosanna
Forget the Holy of the Holies now.
Think “Nastiness of Nasties” at the top.
He’s picked the vilest ones to be the prow
Of Good Yacht Nastiness, to be the crop
Of all the rottenest of fruit to serve
Us. Being vile and vile he has to choose
The very worst. He simply cannot swerve
Away from filth and narrow. He must schmooze
The Putin types. In doing so he leads
His evil underlings to take their chance
To break the law. They draw their rifle beads
Away from aiming at Putin’s advance.
Tycoons of carbon sleaze and racist sorts
He loves. He only hates the nation’s courts.