The news today: Donald Trump Has skipped some taxes. We’re not talking hundreds, thousands. (speculate for poem’s sake) We are talking millions – money millions.
Now we know that each of us Wants money we can christen ours, Most of us not prone to share Or give away. But let’s be clear – These millions can help many poor: Many, many, many poor! There he sits with nothing more Than sites aimed at more, more and more: Expand! Collect! – focus lost; A blindered horse on blindered course, Priorities askew and wrong. (observation and opinion) Yet he seems to skip away, slip away, a Teflon Trump That no one seem to strip away Whose gotten far - so far… One’s hope is that with aims made pure, And as he storms, norms queer, unclear – His love for folk (which he declares) Will force – at least induce – reform. And if I find that this is so, I’ll change my mind and just might go In his direction.