Little Danger-Weasel

Little Danger-Weasel

Smiles to your face as he knifes you in the back,

A Keebler Elf shows the compassion he lacks.

Smirking while scheming, a puppet on a string,

dances to Trumper's tune, his assurances don't mean a thing.

Empty rhetoric, empty soothing words, empty head,

smiles from the pulpit even as he spouts the nonsense he said

A little danger-weasel, a major pain in the ass,

little man flies under the radar, but a big load he drops, alas