Undercover for the Rogerstone …

The Donkeykongrus debate had gone off the rails the night before with the skinny Elizabethwarren raking punishing, non-stop body blows upon the smaller Michaelbloomberg. Then there was the Buddhajudge and Amyklobuchar trading snappy, in your face one-two punches, rocking each other to and fro. But it was the 40-month sentence handed down by the dino judge, the Amybermanjackston to the Tyrumposaurus confidante and con-artist, the Rogerstone, that turned heads and served notice to all in the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir.

The T-Rump was as usual stomping mad. He stormed around the Oval Dwelling in front of his squatting sycophants, turning to his number-one henchman, the attorney dino general, the Williambarr.

“What the hell was that?! I thought you had things under control!”

“I – I can’t exactly tell the judge what to say.”

“Then what good are you to me? Huh?”

The T-Rump’s glare weighed upon him. The Williambarr again seriously considered quitting. But was this the truth or the party line? Reigning supreme over the DOJ to chaperone every T-Rump whimsy was surely ulcer-bound. The Mickmulvaney sensed this and thankfully intervened.

“He’s doing the best he can, T-Rump. I really think he is. Uh, hopefully, I mean.”

“What about that dino juror? She was totally tainted! Roger’s got a very good chance of exoneration. Doesn’t he, William?”

“Do you want me to lie to you?”

The Willliambarr winced. This false sense of bravado must be a byproduct of his inching toward quitting. Maybe he was serious. Maybe he was having a stroke.

“What did you say?” asked the T-Rump.

“Sorry, a feeble attempt at humor.”

“Not feeble. Weak. Very weak. I have an idea however to get to the bottom of this Rogerstone thing. Julian, the Julianassange.”

The Stephenmillerus cocked a sinister eye.

“Isn’t he kind of, uh … off limits right now? The Mediacircustops caught wind that we offered him a pardon if he would testify that the Russodino interference was a hoax.”

“Nobody is ever off limits to me. Remember that. Maybe ol’ Julianassange is going to get that pardon after all. But he’ll have to earn it. Here’s what I want.”

And so the plan was hatched. Dino news travels fast. Especially news that’s dastardly and despicable. The following morning, the dino guard at the Solitary Sinkhole at Thamesmead Belmarsh, where the Julianassange was holed up, informed him that the Wikileakibeak-disgraced dino would be going undercover for the Rogerstone

The Julianassange was positively giddy. He looked to the skies, raised his arms in sweet joy and danced a little jig. He had to dance on the spot however. It was after all a Solitary Sinkhole. But his voice rang out to nearby prisoners and faraway innocents alike …

 

Well, I’m a bombshell springer

I’m a big right-winger

And I’m loathed everywhere I go 

I stole messy secrets and I stole pressing truths

About a thousand leaks, y’know

I had all kinds of bills for Ecuadorian thrills 

But the thrill I’ve never known

Is the thrill when crap’s flowin’, when I’m set to goin’

Undercover for the Rogerstone

Rogerstone … Wanna see me go undercover?

Stone … “He’s so damn sloppy,” said his mother … Yeah!

“Why’s my son a disgrace?” 

Undercover for the Rogerstone

 

He’s got a freaky ole lady name a Naughty Nikki

Who’s emboldened, yes, it seems

He’s a dirty shyster … oh, so tricky

The two make quite a team

Now seven years is a lot of time

To go without your mind bein’ blown

But the blow I’m knowin’ is I’m set to goin’

Undercover for the Rogerstone

 

Rogerstone … Wanna see me go undercover? 

Stone … “He’s so damn sloppy,” said his mother 

“Why’s my son a disgrace?”

Undercover for the Rogerstone

 

Watch T-Rump roll!

 

I got a lot of little extradition matters

T-Rump said would go away

I’m like a genu-wine Indian Guru

With not really much to say

I’ve got no friends but I’ll never ask why

To T-Rump, I’m a welcome bone

And now he’s all crowin’ that I’m set to goin’

Undercover for the Rogerstone

 

Rogerstone … Wanna see me go undercover?

Stone … “He’s so damn sloppy,” said his mother 

“Why’s my son a disgrace?”

Undercover for the Rogerstone

Undercover of the Roger

Wanna see me go undercover?

 

Stone … “He’s so damn sloppy,” said his mother

Wanna see me go undercover?

Undercover for the Rogerstone

………………………………

You can hear the musical version of today’s post and previous T-Rump Digs at my podcast site at Podbean. Two new T-Rump tracks every Saturday. Enjoy!

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