#drumpf
I fell hard for the head of that Isaac
(note the gravity of my event).
Over Tombstone I soared, on the winds of the Lord
Until Holliday’s bullets were spent.
Floating iceberg, I challenged Titanic
Single raindrop, got lost in the storm;
Genghis Khan’s mongol horse had ideas, of course
Stalin’s mommy kept baby Joe warm . . .
Perspectives from lesser-known players
May improve the morale of the team;
But a view from the edge of the forty-fifth ledge
Will compel true progressives to scream!
Have you noticed the wave on that wizard,
Washingtonian mage of the West?
You may dislike his ways, but it’s only a phase;
Now admit it; his hair is the BEST.
He’s the Cheeto in charge of your nation
Chief constructor of all that is Great.
Though you’re peeved at your loss, Mr. Drumpf is the boss
And there’s no more excuse for your hate.
I’m the roof on Melania’s husband
Call me carrot-top, call me toupée . . .
You can whine all you want, but I’m here to be blunt:
I’m the night after Democrat day.
I’m the hair on your wonderful leader
Driving liberals mad—and beyond.
The Deplorable’s turn: feel the heat, feel the burn;
Oh hilarious orange! (No . . . blonde.)
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 6:27 PM UTC
racist man with orange skin as if tanning beds are not just an excuse for us to pretend like we've got more melanin
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 9:50 PM UTC
The Talking **** is babbling
He’s not quite capable of reason.
He’s busy patting his own back
Every day, every month and season.
The Talking **** is assuming
As usual that we can’t think.
But we know for a certainty
That a talking **** still stinks.
The Talking **** is promising
All the miracles he will perform.
He’ll take credit from others
After all, that’s his norm.
He’ll put down the good efforts
Of those who came before
Who actually did the good work
While he worked on his golf score.
The Talking **** is not required
To make very much good sense.
He has his Nazis beside him
And a crowd of the politically dense.
He says what he knows pleases
Those who are not quite bright.
He chants the hateful dogma
Adopted by fools on The Right.
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
Nasty.
Things have started
to get nasty, people
have stopped pretending
that they are not evil
the fabric of fake nicety
has been scorched down
and we fight in the face of
a wrinkled green gremlin
whose name is many
whose language is disgust
whose heart is sealed shut
whose pride is gleaming ****
Disgusting.
How did we get here? we
huddled, tired, hungry & poor
standing at her pale jade door
being told we’re a liability
pushed out of homes we own
and families we’ve raised
to the streets, making noise
fighting though we’re so tired
It’s how they want us—
tired from years of fighting,
too tired to keep on.
But we’ll never stop.
Though their name is many,
ours is more. The teeming
multitudes arise to take
his place. We protest. We resist.
Nasty.
The gloves are off,
and we persist.
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 5:04 PM UTC