#donaldtrump
Withering flower
Our house of freedom
Ruler of all
Glyphosate
Broad shouldered and bold
You give dry fertilizer
To those you hold
As followers
Blind mice with skitter
And crawl
And kick up dirt
But the dirt is perfect
A damp, warm brown
With nutrients and life
To cover up your chemicals
An army of men
Twenty-five million to spend
Is that true, I wonder
For you?
Eight wars you used your fertilizer
Complete and concluded
Untrue
Poisoned is the dirt beneath the warm soil
Beneath the warm lies
Beneath your warm turmoil
To kick up the glyphosate
The killer
The dead flowers
Is not sin, but regrowth for Him
“The home of the free”
As so it is told
Though banished are those
Who do not fit your ***
Do not fit your greenhouse
Withering flowers will rot
Your glyphosate
A closed door for most
A horror for us
Though you choose to boast
One day, some way
A flower will grow roots
Immune they are
To your glyphosate
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 9:08 AM UTC
While you're romanticizing the setting sun,
And conjugating all the figures of speech
Such a metaphorical red orb produces,
Allow your eyes to wander over
To the duck,
Waddling westward.
Observe his tail feathers.
Notice how preened and coiffed they are,
With a tinge of midas gold.
See how the breeze gently whips
The wispy wafting plumes,
Swaying right to left,
Exposing its avian chute.
Look,
All you who gaze upon the re-minted
***El Presidente,
Donaldo, Don Come Mierda***,
Who does indeed have the uncanny resemblance of
The East End of a Duck Walking West.
Jan 30, 2025
Jan 30, 2025 at 9:40 AM UTC
Who's comb-over looks like *****
Donald's comb-over looks like *****
Who scared us shitless election night?
Donald scared us shitless election night.
Election night. Looks like *****
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald, Donald Trump
Who's got a tie that's long and red?
The Don has a tie that's long and red?
Who pays hookers to **** on beds?
The Don pays hookers to **** on beds.
**** on beds. Long and red.
Election night. Looks like *****
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald, Donald Trump.
Who's got hands tiny and slight?
The Don has hands tiny and slight.
Who spews lies out day and night?
The Don spews lies out day and night.
Day and night. Tiny and slight.
**** on beds. Long and red.
Election night. Looks like *****
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald, Donald Trump.
Who's got a vocab small and trite?
The Don has a vocab small and trite.
Who whines Fake News out of spite?
The Don whines Fake News out of spite.
Small and trite. Out of spite.
Day and night. Tiny and slight.
**** on beds. Long and red.
Election night. Looks like *****
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald, Donald Trump.
Who likes tweeting SAD SAD SAD?
The Don likes tweeting SAD SAD SAD.
Who likes a spanking when he's bad?
The Don likes a spanking when he's bad.
Bad, bad, bad, SAD SAD SAD,
Small and trite. Out of spite.
Day and night. Tiny and slight.
**** on beds. Long and red.
Election night. Looks like *****
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald, Donald Trump.
How many minions leave today?
So many so far went their way.
Comey, Priebus, Flynn and Bannon,
Tillerson, Spicer, Hope and Ryan.
Leave today. Gone their way.
Bad, bad, bad, SAD SAD SAD,
Small and trite. Out of spite.
Day and night. Tiny and slight.
**** on beds. Long and red.
Election night. Looks like *****
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald, Donald Trump.
Dec 24, 2024
Dec 24, 2024 at 10:42 AM UTC
Orange man, you like to kneel down,
I said, Orange man, you shine like a clown,
I said, Orange man, you smile with a frown,
There's no need to be unhappy.
Orange man, there's a place you can go,
I said, Orange man, it's your rodeo,
You can stay there, with those of your ilk
Who tweets lies, cheats, bleats and bilks...
You can stay at the F.B.O.P
You're barred at the F.B.O.P.
They have everything for old men to enjoy
You can hang out with all the boys...
You'll have fun at the F.B.O.P.
You'll stay long at the F. B. O. P.
You can shower with men,
You can measure and pretend,
You can grove and bend..
You'll have fun at the F.B.O.P.
You'll stay long at the F.B.O.P.
You'll have everything for old men to enjoy,
You can shower and dance with boys...
I said, Orange man...
Oct 24, 2024
Oct 24, 2024 at 10:13 AM UTC
Whose face resembles a slapped cantaloupe?
Whose face could curdle cream?
Whose face is in a class of eejits all by itself?
Whose face spews out more **** than his ****
Whose face resembles a boil in need of lancing?
Whose face would be left on shore cause the tide wouldn't take it out?
Whose face has a waddle waddling like Donald Duck?
Who?
Aug 8, 2024
Aug 8, 2024 at 8:31 AM UTC
Some people can wait
Before they die;
Hold on for a loved one
To say Good-bye.
To have one more Spring,
Or any Season,
For Love or Closure,
This we reason.
Now many can leave
This coil of doubt,
Guilty they heard,
On all thrity-four counts.
May 30, 2024
May 30, 2024 at 7:17 PM UTC
The eye of the hurricaine is still and lonely.
The sands on the beach are left untouched.
The church pews sit empty.
The store shelves are scant.
The pitches are quiet,
The playgrounds are empty.
The fields are burnt.
The waters are grey.
The air about is thick and acrid.
The windows are shuttered, doors are barred.
There are no moving bodies on the streets.
Cars sit idly parked.
Schools are childless.
Does this sound like the dawn of the apocolypse,
Or another four years.
Apr 12, 2024
Apr 12, 2024 at 9:32 AM UTC
I add one word: Let the [orange] blowt king tempt you again...
Feb 6, 2024
Feb 6, 2024 at 10:02 AM UTC
Must Be Donald
(sung to “Must Be Santa)
Who's comb-over looks like *****
Donald's comb-over looks like *****
Who scared us witless on election night?
Donald scared us witless on election night.
Election night. Looks like *****
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald, Donald Trump
Who's got a tie that's long and red?
The Don has a tie that's long and red?
Who pays hookers to *** on beds?
The Don pays hookers to *** on beds.
*** on beds. Long and red.
Election night. Looks like *****
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald, Donald Trump.
Who's got hands tiny and slight?
The Don has hands tiny and slight.
Who spews lies out day and night?
The Don spews lies out day and night.
Day and night. Tiny and slight.
*** on beds. Long and red.
Election night. Looks like *****
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald, Donald Trump.
Who's got a vocab small and trite?
The Don has a vocab small and trite.
Who whines Fake News out of spite?
The Don whines Fake News out of spite.
Small and trite. Out of spite.
Day and night. Tiny and slight.
*** on beds. Long and red.
Election night. Looks like *****
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald, Donald Trump.
Who likes tweeting SAD SAD SAD?
The Don likes tweeting SAD SAD SAD.
Who likes a spanking when he's bad?
The Don likes a spanking when he's bad.
Bad, bad, bad, SAD SAD SAD,
Small and trite. Out of spite.
Day and night. Tiny and slight.
*** on beds. Long and red.
Election night. Looks like *****
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald, Donald Trump.
How many minions leave today?
So many so far went their way.
Kelly, Ellis, Powell and McEnany,
Meadows, Hall and soon Giuliani.
Leave today. Gone their way.
Bad, bad, bad, SAD SAD SAD,
Small and trite. Out of spite.
Day and night. Tiny and slight.
*** on beds. Long and red.
Election night. Looks like *****
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald, Donald Trump.
Dec 11, 2023
Dec 11, 2023 at 9:21 AM UTC
Those red-hat doffers
Are the blood-thinning vermin.
Stop.
Nov 23, 2023
Nov 23, 2023 at 9:42 AM UTC
They flip like flapjacks,
Sizzlin' on heat;
They flip like a light switch,
*The rats,
The finks,
The stools,
The snitches.*
How many will get told tonight:
***Y'll sleep wi da fisches.
That'll school you alright.***.
Oct 24, 2023
Oct 24, 2023 at 3:57 PM UTC
Napoleon stayed in Elba,
Pulling his bone apart;
Lenin was in Siberia,
So deep, none heard him ****
Adolph passed his time in Landsburg,
Hardening his heart;
And Don's in Mar-a-Lago
Perfecting his Con art.
He's no Monte Cristo,
Righting perceived wrongs;
He'll fleece all his believers,
In stealth, like Viet Cong.
Jun 16, 2022
Jun 16, 2022 at 9:10 AM UTC
I look forward to the re-enactments of historic moments in the pageant of The United States of America. [sic]
Gettysburg, Crossing the Delaware, The Moon Landing, Paul Revere's Ride, The March on Washington, The Storming of the Capital, The Clearing of Lafayette Plaza, The George Floyd ****** The Separation of Families, The Arizona Re-count, The Plot to Assassinate Democratic Governors, The Imprisonment of: Jared, Donny, Eric, Ivanka, Don, Carlson, Greene, Gaetz, Guilianni, Hannity, Conway, McVeigh, Barr [sic] (just to mention a few of the Founding Fuck-Ups.), the death of 650,000 people (the vast majority being innocent), The Pandemic of the Unvaxxed [sic]
After July 4, 2024, History may never be the same. See it now!
Jul 22, 2021
Jul 22, 2021 at 3:39 PM UTC
Our world is in a mess.
There is no denying.
I send money so people can help.
I love doing that.
There are wars.
People getting hurt on all sides of our polygon,
They're dying in all manner of ways.
I love the way people will fight for their convictions,
Fight till death if need be,
For FREEDOM, LIBERTY, HAPPINESS.
I love that.
I love people in detention for their beliefs,
Their faith, hope and determination.
I know what bog schools are, penal laws, Black and Tans.
(I also know about cages, Jim Crowe, and Proud Boys).
I love their tenacity. I love their lives. They matter.
I love their politics, their altruism; the really giving of oneself,
To serve one's nation. To truly love one's country.
For these reasons,
I love Sleepy Joe.
He gives so gracefully.
Sacrifices the remainder of his life for his country,
His people, His family.
I love how the Tyrant will collapse,
Feeling betrayed, mocked, humiliated, parodied,
Jeered at, ostracized for his megalomania.
A shower will never wash away the
Odor breathed among his consorts.
Brushing will not diminish the Trump taste, the rot in your mouth.
I love Aristotle's Poetics, The Wheel of Fortuna, The Great Chain of Being, and the cathartic effects of tragedy.
I Love Life.
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 11:10 AM UTC
The adulterer has the ****** Virus*,
And 45 needs to distance
Six thousand miles;
Cover his face;
Buy XS gloves;
Add a cup of bleach,
Light up his interior,
And wipe away the time
Spent behind SDNY bars.
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC
I wonder how my ancestors feel
Knowing their escape from home
Would lead
To children ***** in cages
Traced
Nameless
Unheard of conditions
Like their rabid dogs
But really puppies still needing their mothers milk
Who made those cages you call sanctuary
Who made those tinfoil sheets you call warmth
Who made those regulations?
Ripping the child from their parents grip
I've seen the ******* pictures
Those kids were strangling their mothers and fathers in order to not let go
There's no need for translation
This is universal
These children are treated like felons
With no warrant
No warning
Is this justice?
Does my so called president get off to this?
Is he not satisfied enough with his spray tan?
He takes it out on us?
I wake up in my bed
Every day I cant fathom
The nightmare those children wake up to
Alone with others like that look just like them.
Looking in the reflection their tears molded onto the shivering pavement
I cant even imagine
The thoughts that may race through their young and impressionable minds
Do they think they deserve it?
Do they think this is their fault?
If and when they do finally escape
How scarred will they be?
They already have a criminal record for being born
How will they survive in a society that imprisoned them before given an education
Before given a ******* a chance.
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 5:33 PM UTC
To weaken him,
He sent the archangel Virus;
To muffle him,
He sent the St. Michael storms.
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 11:51 AM UTC
We love my mashed potatoes,
With butter on our plates;
But at the Trumpian table,
We'd eat from Donnie's pate.
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 7:55 AM UTC
When the son-in-law
(who should remain nameless)
Is a clone
Of the father-in-law,
(whom should also remain nameless),
The son-in-law
Lies in an incestuous bed,
And the father-in-law
Gets a vicarious jump
On the wing
(the west one)
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 1:57 PM UTC
Nero fiddled,
POTUS diddled,
The outcome is the same.
Handbaskets are in flames.
I, said:
Others are to blame.
Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
Stupid is as stupid does.
Tupid is as tupid sounds.
Upid is as upid sounds.
Pid is as pid sounds.
Id is...
Donald.
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 9:39 AM UTC
… and the Sanhedrin cried out loudest,
Free Barabbas.
Ergo,
The Republic got nailed.
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 1:41 PM UTC
We're in thrall.
Where's your wall?
You dump truck...
You fumb duck...
You other mother...
You worse than senseless thing.
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 6:00 PM UTC
The baboon savant
Will rear and taunt
From high on his hair-swept hill;
He snatches bananas from the unsuspecting,
His reach has no appeal.
He relishes the sound
Of his own voice,
Screeching into the wind;
He sticks his fingers in his ears,
And when he plops down
His ruby-red ****
His thumb's nestled up his rear.
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 9:37 AM UTC