Humpty Trumpty
sat on his wall
bleating and blathering,
condemning us all.

"I know the way,
I'm better than you,"
Tweeted he every night
over his golf course view.

"I don't care for
Mexicans,
Muslims,
and not so much
Jews...
Well, at least not the Dems and
those on the
'news'.

I prefer instead
those painted orange,
like me,
in fine Italian shoes.

I'm the President now,
I decide
if the sky stays blue...
not the the artists or the scientists...
and certainly not
you.

I'll make this Country great again!
You'll see,
I know what to do!
Put your faith in me,
a 'Billionaire'!
I promise,
I'll tell you true!"

Hollered he up high,
his chubby fingers crossed,
as his great jowels blubbered,
and his voice quaked with frost.

"I wonder," thought I,
reading his alternate 'facts' of the day,

"Maybe he wouldn't be so grumpy
if his daddy had loved him more,
or at all,
or maybe,
just maybe,
if his fat greedy hands
weren't so
*******
small."

Humpty Dumpty, sat gazing up.
Up on a day at noon.
He smiled with song in his heart,
and soon began to croon.

He echoed near and echoed far.
He sang out as men came.
On horses they gathered near,
to think he was not sane.

He sat not caring what they thought,
for with voice he sang loud.
Though he had an off key sound,
he sang and felt so proud.

But in his quest to sing loud,
he lost his balance true.
All kings men were yes in shock.
They didn't know what to do.

They tried to piece him back, they did.
Their intentions were pure.
So to honor Humpty's quest,
they sang off key some more.



StarBG © 2017

My name is Humpty
Everyone just dumpes on me
I know a secret most won't tell
I was cracked before I fell