LOOSE CANNON OUR MAN TRUMP
A champion manipulator defiant and impulsive is Donald.
Trod over his compadres mash them in the mud Si.
Nets and traps could not stop the brazen fellow Oui
On his route to the white house, will you follow Amigo?
Carelessly orchestrated his route but they want him out.
Yet giving him the publicity he wants no doubt without a fight.
Is the country made from wimps or are they all pimps?
Quietly and meticulously, he weaves them around his thumbs.
Judges and prosecutors’ blind mice orchestrating his comeback.
The next bell you will hear is game over and Trump wins again.
Friends American countrymen and ladies open your eyes
Before you stand a pesky fellow dress up with blue and yellow
Riding upon a misty cloud strutting a crown that’s sure to follow
As if there is no tomorrow parade old Trump that compulsive fellow
If the end justifies the means the people will sing out when he wins
Much Too Mush is not as you like it but a comedy of living horror
Is there a man dismayed or has someone blundered our sorrow
Two old fellows at that on their bones left no fat how do you like that
Soon it will be dark and the fat lady will sing her epiphany of facts
Kenvil Atkins Lewis / for Into The Mist Poetry 2024
Timeless Poetry Series
