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Amen to that, be gone you fool, back to your ivory, gold plated, tacky palace condo in the sky, with your iron curtain mail order bride, dumb and dumber sons and the allegedly quite embarrassed by their father, attractive daughters. The wrongly booted former head of the FBI, Sir James may hold the iron truncheon needed to batter down the House Of Trump. Sir James the hero deserving of our respect and lasting admiration, the man that may free our nation, from the fool that would be King, the imposter sitting on the throne of the Kingdom of America, a clown not fit to rule, more fittingly cast as the lowly Court Jester. The wheels of reason and justice will be slow to turn and no doubt Trump will do a good deal more tap dancing on his own male member, to shock and amuse us and of course continue to scare the living hell out of the entire world. While giving the press field days of never ending "Special Breaking News Reports" to frighten and blow our minds. Yes indeed, the Circus has truly come to town, and the petulant corpulent clown with the orange fright wig and baggy suits, he's the star attraction in the center ring. He lacks a funny repertoire of "Clown Stuff" but he sure can lie, and his slight of hand and patented brand and bull **** walk and talk is completely beyond historical compare. Hurry, hurry, hurry folks, step right up and get your ticket, the Circus is in town and sadly in full public view.
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May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 3:29 AM UTC
Throw out the Clown
Amen to that, be gone you fool, back to your ivory, gold plated, tacky palace condo in the sky, with your iron curtain mail order bride, dumb and dumber sons and the allegedly quite embarrassed by their father, attractive daughters. The wrongly booted former head of the FBI, Sir James may hold the iron truncheon needed to batter down the House Of Trump. Sir James the hero deserving of our respect and lasting admiration, the man that may free our nation, from the fool that would be King, the imposter sitting on the throne of the Kingdom of America, a clown not fit to rule, more fittingly cast as the lowly Court Jester. The wheels of reason and justice will be slow to turn and no doubt Trump will do a good deal more tap dancing on his own male member, to shock and amuse us and of course continue to scare the living hell out of the entire world. While giving the press field days of never ending "Special Breaking News Reports" to frighten and blow our minds. Yes indeed, the Circus has truly come to town, and the petulant corpulent clown with the orange fright wig and baggy suits, he's the star attraction in the center ring. He lacks a funny repertoire of "Clown Stuff" but he sure can lie, and his slight of hand and patented brand and bull **** walk and talk is completely beyond historical compare. Hurry, hurry, hurry folks, step right up and get your ticket, the Circus is in town and sadly in full public view.
Intended as humor, a satirical look at politics and our sorry State of Affairs. We need to laugh or break down and cry.
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M/American
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 3:29 AM UTC
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