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Arlene Corwin Mar 2017
Teflon Trump?

The news today: Donald Trump
Has skipped some taxes.
We’re not talking hundreds, thousands.
(speculate for poem’s sake)
We are talking millions – money millions.

Now we know that each of us
Wants money we can christen ours,
Most of us not prone to share
Or give away.  But let’s be clear –
These millions can help many poor:
Many, many, many poor!
There he sits with nothing more
Than sites aimed at more, more and more:
Expand! Collect! – focus lost;
A blindered horse on blindered course,
Priorities askew and wrong.
(observation and opinion)
Yet he seems to skip away, slip away, a Teflon Trump
That no one seem to strip away
Whose gotten far - so far…
One’s hope is that with aims made pure,
And as he storms, norms queer, unclear –
His love for folk (which he declares)
Will force – at least induce – reform.
And if I find that this is so,
I’ll change my mind and just might go
In his direction.

Teflon Trump 3.15.2017
Our Times, Our Culture II;
Arlene Corwin
I hope I'm wrong.
xeno Jan 17
iscomfortzone

For every capricious child
There is no moral compass
The healing hand pushed away

These malevolent spirits
Traveling incognito
Hidden well behind the I's

Random singularities
Pulling out an existence      
From the slightest attentions
Brief intoxicant fixes

These busted knuckle divers
Conceal event horizons
From which there is no escape
Spaghettification kings

For every imploding star
seated on padded musroom
Another is hovering
Just beyond our blindered view

© P.M.H  2/07/21

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