Enough, Trump
Enough, Trump.
We've had it my dear, with your pink ties, your hairs,
your swagger, your towers, your money, tempers, walls, bombs,
smarts, snarls, pouts and doubts, bigotty bile, and once again, style.
We just cannot get your tenacious temerity, your specious celebrity.
Have you read any poets, I wonder?
Some dignity, perhaps? Is it there, under-wraps?
Holy Cannoli! You're up in the polls.
It must be your cash, your media smashes,
the way the daily news blues confuses
your squawks, smirks, sound bite plashes
with meaning. And now I've spent time of own.
Would you just go?
Love the tenacious temerity/specious celebrity rhyme.
Couldn't agree more. Love the frustration and impatience here. A little beat. Good stuff. *
Nearly burst out laughing at "biggoty bile." Love the wordplay and, of course, the theme. *
Love love the last line!! **
THANK YOU!*
Everyone loves a clown, when not terrified of them.
One cannot be too stupid for American voters.
Go Nonnie! He deserves a poet riding his ass.*
"While the king was looking down,
the jester stole his thorny crown"
I don't know if he could drive a car, but he certainly couldn't find a levee.
Good piece.
Thank you Nonnie. It's so well deserved!*
"Have you read any poets, I wonder?"
I bet no one has EVER asked him that!
He would tell you he owns poetry! :) *
And would several others then please go, tooÉ *