Enough, Trump

by Nonnie Augustine

Enough, Trump.

We've had it my dear, with your pink ties, your hairs, 
your swagger, towers, your plenty of monies,
your tempers, your honeys.  

I don't speak for all, not at all, but for many 
who never did like your style or bile, 
your tenacious temerity, your specious celebrity. 
I wonder, I do, who could help you see 
through your haze, your self-blinded daze.
Have you read any poets, I wonder?

Some dignity, perhaps? Is it there, under-wraps?
Still...some listen to you. It must be your cash. 
I do hope you know that the time you steal bothers 
me, my brothers, and millions of others. 
Would you just go?