DRAFT #1
(On the course at the Mar
He shoots below par,
His presser insists this is true;
Sips Coke through a straw
In the news clip we saw,
Toadies, too, eschew a strong brew;
Soon he must retreat
Air Force One is his fleet
‘D.C.-bound are the Clown and his crew;
Both sides of the aisle
Beeline with a smile
As Don signs Executives new.
He displays with delight
To his horde on alt.right
“Do you like all the things I can do?”)
The foregoing has weight
Leaks came through the gate
Or so TV anchors construe.
More than this they can’t say
Except, by the way,
Melania seems sweet on J. Tru.
DRAFT #2
What rich irony
A pen striking down
A republic
The sword in its scabbard
Sharp but subdued;
The pen, meanwhile, sketching
A child’s picture of doom
Orangely smearing
Clear lines at
That border
We dare not cross
Or name.
It’s tempting to call on
The clownocracy
To restore sanity
But it’s otherwise
Employed
Shuffling cards on
A board of three-card
Monte and stuffing
Envelopes of money
Into offshore accounts.
DRAFT #3
Mothership, help us
Beam us aboard
The make-believe foe
Turns out to be real
And we must now
Escape—but too late:
He’s boarding up the House
Heading south,
Mar-a-Lago
Beckons beautifully and
The golf is greatly magnified
By his presence
The Clown-in-Chief
Smiles into the camera
(he knows where it’s focused)
No missives of instruction
Disturb the locus of
His distraction
Missiles of destruction
Discussed in the clubroom
Serve only the Clown Chief’s
Self-admiration.
DRAFT #4
Orange is now
The color of doom
But here in this gaily-lit room
You’d never know it
Unless you knew something
Which he doesn’t, still . . .
The Chief Clown claims
To know more than
His peeps,
They’re just props
After all
And—where is that camera?
Those newsies are creeps
And liars, tweets he—
You were saying, Chief?
“Kick them out,
All those aliens living
On the public dole
Raping our women
Stealing our soul and
Our Whiteness!@#%!”
Great Tweet, Boss Clown,
Those thumbs we admire
So yuge yet so agile
Working their way toward
Madness.
DRAFT #5
Here’s irony, too
His backers sanely pursue
Their own interests
Of which there’s no lack
But you have to wonder,
Don’t you
When they’ll stab him
In the back
When his utility is
Revealed as
Futility in the face
Of revolt.
DRAFT #6
For the GOP band
He’s the goat
And the beard
A weird configuration
Even for the masters
Of deceit, slight of hand
And what of its
Con
Stitch
U
Ency?
Lunatics, like him
Or just blind
And very, very, very
Loud?
Ah, they vote
You say
And we didn’t
Not on that day
That wins/loses
Elections
Anyway,
We’re in this together:
Madness trumps leathery anger
Trumps feathery indifference:
Bloody mess!
DRAFT #7
Subtlety is not his game
(Blame reporters for news
Of his disorder)
Though everyone said
Just wait!
Normal will be restored
He’ll be tamed by
The equilibrium of governance
Long arm of the Law,
Strong hand of Courts or
Bureaucracy’s Red Tape
In Which We (T)rust:
Name ONE of these
That lived up to its
Papier-mâché purpose.
DRAFT #8
Ryan, McConnell
Pelosi and Schumer
Their principled aims
Merely a rumor
“No change, no change!”
Is their call to arms
Keep-away, their game
Duopoly-monopoly is
(Til death do us partily)
The heart of their
Charmed lies.
Never mind that
Our taxes are buying
A Trump-branded hearse
To cart off the dying
Of mercy, of kinship,
Of empathy—worse!
Life, itself, ransomed
To fill his purse and his need
Sacrificed are
Deep-ocean creatures
Beasts of the wild
Birds on the wing
A suckling child—all
Feel the sharp sting
Of extinction
DRAFT #9
Careless or perverse
In his hands
Things get worse by the day
He signs away or
Locks up or
Kills
Everything he touches.
DRAFT #10
Silence wears stiletto heels
How queer!
Whose silence, you enquire?
Isn’t this your neighborhood
Red, Blue, or In-between?
Goose-stepping heel-to-heel
Right up to the bloody shaft
Keen to please
Those higher powers
Sociopathic and
Not queer but
In their sinister way
Sincere.
Loved this. I had to chuckle about the Justin Trudeau bit. I can imagine what is going through her head at the thought of being with the beast, but she made her bargain with someone and her own bed, so I find it hard to sympathize.
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