The Trumpoet
The Trumpoet
3 days ago

Did you support that Donald Trump in his campaign last year?
Why didn't all his hatefulness fill you with dread and fear?
Did you believe his B.S. or did you hate Hillary
so much that you preferred a jerk who likes to grab pu--y?

At some point did you realize the truth he cannot tell,
when he fibbed about inaugural crowds and voter fraud as well?
When he misled you on healthcare, did you finally agree
that lying just like breathing; both come to him naturally?

And what about his henchmen, tangled up with Russian ties
to the Kremlin and the oligarchs, in cahoots with Putin's spies?
When Trump heaped praise on Vladimir, were you just too blind to see,
or did you hope that your leader would be Comrade Trumpsky?

Oh how could this have happened? What an awful, global mess!
A big buffoon's in power, do you finally confess?
Did your vote help to elect him? To the Whitehouse was he sent
because in a fit of madness, you said "Trump for President"?!

'cause in a fit of madness, you said TRUMP-FOR-PRESIDENT?!

This poem can also be sung to the tune of "The Hoedown Song", which was a common feature on Drew Carey's former improvisation show, "Whose Line is it Anyway?". You can see and hear this poem performed with the music on YouTube at https://youtu.be/TcBx_DKkiyo.

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#lies   #regret   #russia   #president   #putin   #united   #election   #voting   #donald   #trump  
Ben Jr
Ben Jr
Mar 20

How did we get here?
Where we hide our thoughts,
And only speak in fear,
Just so we don't get caught,
So we keep to ourselves our opinions and ideas,
How did we get here?

How did we get to this?
Where we have a limit of a way to think,
And we limit our right to freedom of speech,
All just so we don't offend thee,
How did we get to this?

The men who are meant to serve,
Can't handle the truth,
So we don't tell it as it is,
Coz we know what they'll do,
From courts to jail and at times beating,
Yes that's true!,
So it all comes down to what they'll choose,
And they smile like its all good,

So we have to hold on to our dictionary for a consult,
Just so when we speak we don't accidentally insult,
'cause you know the big men can't take a joke,
Or a poke and what not,

And its not that we can fight,
We can't take them up in a round with all their might,
They'd squash us down like a bug,
And then just shrug,

How did we get here?,
Its not like they need it to earn our respect,
We've already voted for them,
How do they not get it?,
We did it with clear mind,
And know that they ain't perfect,
Why do we have to regret?

So I sit here just asking,
How did we get here,
I thought things would be better,
Instead we all now have to look over our shoulder,
How did we get here

#freedom   #people   #us   #right   #speech   #government   #election   #leaders  

Things are changing fast, just as they should,
They've changed for the worse, now let's change for the good.

The national pride has dwindled and died,
Call us whatever you want, we have God on our side.

Please do not fear what tomorrow might bring,
This extends further than a political wing.

I'd like to give The EU a personal thanks,
You've shown what a cancer man can create.

Were turning our backs and we're done with your games,
If the countries collapse, we know you are to blame.

So thank you La Pen, You care for your land.
We'll show those bastards where to stick their grand plan.

"Paris doesn't look like Paris anymore"
Vote Le Pen!
#politics   #france   #election   #vote   #eu   #mfga  

I decided I'm goin in.
Yall dun' slipped up and left me with a pen.
It seems lately I been under-drinkin'
Over-sober over-contemplating what's been really happening.

I'm usually a lot more subtle.

I give the benefit of the doubt like I'm a Catholic priest absolving niggas' sins.
Confusing my honesty for reckless abandon-in
To your chagrin, just hecause you're unable to comprehend.

You don't move through this world in the shoes I'm in.

I bet no ones ever called you a sub-human.

Did that election make YOU question all your friends? Now those relationships are withered at the ends and it depends on larger hearts and open minds to try and mend and re-begin?
Because someone you love insulted ALL your kin.
Supporting someone who blatantly hates them.
Tunnel vision.Could only see what they wanted Sanctity of life only applies to babies aborted
Christians were thwarted!
How someone with a thumbs up from the Ku Klux have anything to do with what the Lord did?!

Granted, the deed is done and hey the truth is out!
They were wolves in sheep's clothes till the Pres. Came out
in broad daylight
He basically made it awright
to grossly generalize a race AND do so in plain sight
Now ALL the racist crazy folk are poppin  at the mouth.
On social media like the 50's in the segregated south,
Spewing hate behind a screename sittin' on they mama's couch
'cept we millenials are rowdy and we'll roll up at yo house.
How's it 2017 and we still schoolin' folk?
Gotta tell you Black  lives matter cause you actin like we dont.
In retrospect, it was for the best cause now we ALL woke!
This Democracy will slip betwixt  our wagging pointed finger tips because we wouldn't  listen while the other side spoke.

#love   #friends   #people   #black   #america   #confusion   #voices   #lives   #matter   #election  

How do you think a team of rich incompetents
Can keep spinning all of those plates in the air
That carry the tools to keep everything moving.

Who will trip the first domino in line
And start the click-clacking to disintegration
Of all of the promises made but not kept.

Who will find blame in somebody else
When the rain begins falling on every parade
And none of the float engines will start.

Who will proclaim that the emperor IS clothed
And those who don’t see it are losers
And need to go climb in a basket.

Who is excited at the start of the race
And leaps off away at the sound of the gun
Only to stumble and come in a poor fourth.

Who will be left to pick up the pieces of
Those shattered plates no longer spinning
And who will reset all the tiles that are scattered.

It won’t be the team of much richer inepts-
They met their goal of serving themselves
And their friends all the biggest pieces of

Pie that was promised to those in the middle.
Those who got crumbs that they couldn’t swallow
In places now sullied and unsafe to sit.

It won’t be the peacock still preening and prancing
In his mating dance with the rest of the world
Creating a history that for him never happened.

It won’t be the posse that rode out behind him
To free up the prairie of fences and borders
To make the marauding more easy and fun

Who will be left to clean up the mess?
The broom store is open and very well stocked
Who’s gonna do it - The rest of us, I guess.
ljm

Wish I could stop writing about this topic, but I get disgusted anew every day and am forced  to finish all the things I started on 1/20 - like this one.
#election   #trump  

Fear.
Fear is holding your grandmother shaking
because she only speaks en espanol,
and this man elected president
just tried to sum hundreds of years
of culture and music and life
into these “bad hombres.”
Fear is screaming, bridges not walls,
and feeling like you don’t make a sound
because who has the time to listen
when every news station broadcasts his face
like a reality TV show, he turned politics
into a reality TV show.
Fear is making a list of countries
to move to if you want to get married
and keeping it on your nightstand,
reading it every morning,
memorizing your list,
because it’s 2017 but our vice president is a homophobe,
love love love love isn’t always enough
when it’s not the “right” kind of love.
Fear is realizing
that the only person who will ever fight for you
is you.
Fear is realizing that sometimes it doesn’t matter how much you fight.
Who wants to listen to a “confused” teenager anyways.

I’d like to know what a hero is;
Pretty simple, I believe.
Explain to me how a hero is
Supposed to act
And when the fool’s
Heinous crimes will be
Given a reprieve.

What is a hero?
Is a hero supposed to mock
What causes the danger
Or laugh in the faces of
Those who wish for change?
Where’s his cape?
Where’s his dimming lights And crowded stage?


What is a hero when he
Starts the problems he was
Deemed to end?
What is he but a hero when
The foe becomes his friend?
Is he still the powerful
And mighty
When the journey towards
Greatness has become too flighty?

Is a hero supposed to cower
Behind the power?
Is a hero meant to
Lead with hate instead of love?
Is this “hero” your definition
Of the “great” America we’re still
Yet to become?
What is a hero doing with
You?
How are we going to get this
Message through?
It’s not he who is the hero
But we the people
Who went within a second From a million to zero

It’s not them who are the
Heros, but the villains
Overruled by corporations
And common greed.
What is a villain wearing a
Hero’s mask
Doing imprisoning a country
That struggled so long
To be freed?

As you may have guessed, this poem is about the one and only Donald J. Trump.
#war   #peace   #passion   #not   #hero   #stop   #riot   #violence   #election   #trump  

usually
watching trash TV for thirty or forty
minutes refreshes my brain for the seriousness
that boggles it
the an-
xieties of money and va-
nity and my place as an im-
migrant and the fears
and confusions
of being a woman

but on this day i
tried to hollow out my heavy heart with the kar-
dashians
realizing, in seconds
how monstrous this culture has become

it is not a break from reality, it is watching it
and it is no longer funny
and it is no longer passive
because reality tv is a reflection of rea-
lity and the brainlessness with which we want
to interact with it

while I have no hate towards the new joneses
they are from the same consequence
and same principles
that now frighten our existence

Citizens beware, for there was a catastrophe that knocked on the devil’s door
And he demanded that we keep our eyes open wider than ever before.
Your mind vividly reacts, it all seems so clear
Until something on the totem pole breaks and rationality bleeds out like a single tear.

I am solid, seeing things through the cold and unloving dark,
For there is a light at the end of the tunnel
In all their empty faces and broken hearts.

Citizens beware, there is hatred fueling their tanks that were on low
But are now plants seeded in the cursed ground, struggling to grow.
All sense has vanished, never to be seen,
So back into the black hole of despair and shattered dreams.

I am a waste, passing through a land we were once proud to claim as ours,
Now only seeing the corruption that lies beneath
Piles upon piles of fallen stars.

Citizens beware, those who were once alive
Will rise and try to reclaim their lost light,
For the darkness has drained the world of love
And left it a wasteland of what we feared it would become.

I am angry, not at the world nor its painful scars,
But at the people with hearts of hatred
Like phantoms wandering in the dark.

Citizens, open up your eyes
And let the desire for change in you rise.
Be like a phoenix from the flame
And battle with love what was once hate.

I am invincible with a passion for peace burning in my heart
And I will not stop until this madness ends,
Until we are like phantoms marching out of the dark.

#war   #peace   #change   #politics   #election   #trump   #2017  

The new kid on the block has finally moved in.
He first knocked over a blue bicycle
And laughed when it’s owner cried.

He dumped a trash can on the lawn
And flipped a bird to the family

When they told him he had to clean it up.

He roller skated through fresh cement
And wrote his initials in the center
smearing the logo of the sidewalk builder.

He tagged the side of a foreclosed home
And took a selfie standing by it,
Which he tweeted to the world.

A child with serious, dangerous issues
Unrestrained by common sense
Or anyone to tell him stop.

Indulged by those who should know better
But who see in him a way to have
All the toys they ever longed for.

Helped by pals from his homepast
Between them they will find a way
To gather all the cookies in

And hide them safely at the top
Of the sandbox pyramid he built
With help from those who didn’t realize

The promised new decoder ring
Would not be coming in the mail
No matter how many box tops they sent in.

They didn’t read between the lines
Or scan the microscopic print
So they are left with what they ordered-
Signed, sealed and at last delivered.
                           ljm

What's to say.
#election   #trump  
 
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