I take delight in flagrant oxymorons.
I’m tickled when I find them popping out
Of statements by officials who have gone wrong
But try to plant a reasonable doubt.
These bumbling authorities tell whoppers
And wonder why they never are believed.
The Big Lie, so they think, is the foundation
Of trust between deceivers and deceived.
There’s easy virtue in assigning blame
To souls of efficiency who’ve been disloyal
To the President-For-Life who finds no shame
In his impeachment: the ignoble Royal.