Donald Trump's unleashed a budget
with fanfare great and loud;
And if you helped elect him
you are, no doubt, standing proud.
Such joy and happiness you'll feel
and oh such special thrills,
to find yourself in bankruptcy
from rising healthcare bills.
With public education trashed,
most kids will come out fools,
but so glad for those richer kids
in better, private schools.
No more funding for the arts,
oh what a lovely treat,
to walk past starving artists out
panhandling on your street.
When you drink water from your tap
and start to gag and choke,
be grateful that the E.P.A.
has gone right up in smoke.
If you're old and your Medicaid
won't cover that prescription,
will "Proud to die before my time"
be on your grave's inscription?
So where will all the savings go
from all this cost reduction?
Be thrilled to know it will buy more
weapons of mass destruction;
and it will build a monument
to Trump, so we will see
a massive wall, so broad and tall,
as useless as is he.
Though into pain and suffering
your country will be slidin',
your vote for Trump has given you
a budget you'll take pride in.
You can also see this and my other Trump poems at: www.trumpoet.com
Link to video of this poem: https://youtu.be/MezXd9qR8QA
Written: March 19, 2017
