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May 2017
WE MUST DO MORE THAN YODEL LOUD:

out....out...get...ding **** donald drake...out...of...here...without...his...coat....of...armor!

i will NOT advocate, devote, nor generate je nais sais quois mandate plaudits
for that mane lion kapo - jabbering indiscretion!

Herewith follows a poem i dashed off in a huff - to douse
dat auld don trumpeting joie de vivre fin d siecle utopia of yesteryear
   puffin sewerage bilge - strike n horror n ma eyes -
   for opinion aye espouse
based on scary political fracas and looming nightmare -
   whar mo' will grouse
to obstruct trump access to black keys to white house
that a looming presidential nightmare
   doth not become real - gruff louse
he will crush sacred freedoms,
   whence western civilization goes off bluff
   analogous to a rabid cat terminating
   the life of more'n mickey mouse.

DUCK AFTER DUMP PING THE DON
air ring ma thoughts -
no matter aye ham
   juiced one twenty first century mwm ape
serves as genuine s cape
to fly (during pitch black hours of night)
on his witch a ma call it...
   to escape temporarily the cares and concerns
   of an uncertain world,
where as n outlier from the madding crowd i gape

at the sheer inanity
   trumpeting strumpets donning an innate
   prejudice and senselessness purr
   blind faith toward self avowed demigod –
   seize ***** viz Cesar
his hair coiffed and puffed like it whir
wind blown kickstart ting mobs to stir
paying bodyguards to evict ruckus-causing murmur
oh...how the masses will let this country

go to hell in hand basket
and rack up stratospheric global debt
cause zing this one measly mortal male to fret
that totalitarian rule will force every man,
woman and child to march....het
two...three...four, while the billionaire
turns a third blind eye speeds away in his foo fighter jet
argh...heavens to Betsy, how did the fickle finger of fate let
this pompous ***
   vacuums up majority votes across world wide net
to finagle vox populi, and groom hooligan nasty ruffian thugs
with smashed face s as his pet

long story short - pondering my rental circumstance
will be upended if this ret
chad, evil, googly-eyed, gastronomic, narcissistic bullish don will set
the spark for world war three -
unless....Katrina and the Waves, superman
   or the Sabrina can oust him yet!
Written by
matthew scott harris  64/M/schwenksville, penna
(64/M/schwenksville, penna)   
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