A crooked stick

Psalm 83:13 

¹³ O my God, make them like dead thistles,
like dead weeds blown away by the wind

Still, The Lord can give a straight blow with:

A crooked stick

Treason cried the culprit … a life build on lies

Blaming everybody for the condition of his “life”

An always robbing bandit in whom many confide

Yes he is too sorry as he ruins many a simple wife

Looking like a mystic … smiling as a coon

Rotten to the core … bringing many to their doom

He promises the hectic … a part of his cartoon

As he rises with their hopes in his own hot-air balloon

T.V. made him famous with the help of many demons

Sent me a dollar is the end of his repeating sermons

He is so callous as he pukes out all this venom

In his love for affluence he’ll try to buy Mount Hermon