‘Twas election season, in the Kingdom of Trump
His polls, for some reason, were beginning to slump
Do you think Donald noticed? Do you think that he cared?
Does he still yearn for POTUS? Is he now running scared?
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He rants and he raves, tries his best to sound hearty
“So what I’m depraved! I’m the life of the Party!”
But the Party now fractures, as many desert him,
And GOP actors, in droves they subvert him.
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Each time this defective lets loose with his mouth,
A stream of invective comes sputtering out.
A river of hatred, a barrel of bile
That profanes what is sacred, and applauds what is vile,
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Till more and more folks just sit up in their beds
And more and more blokes start a-scratching their heads.
And kids from age three ask their moms for the facts:
“Can this really be how a President acts?”
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But his faithful revere him, they find him adorable
At rallies they cheer him, (a basket deplorable?).
Their faces are grim, as they yell through the hall
“Let’s keep out those Muslims! Let’s build up that wall!”
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And reporters are vexed, they’ve not seen his equal
“What will we see next? What will be the sequel?
As Hannity stumps for this psychotic dud,
Will we see more Trumps dragging us through the mud?”
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Will America wake up? Will we come to our senses?
Before things erupt and we run for the fences?
Will we come to grips with just how momentous ‘tis
Before this guy flips, thinks we’re all Apprentices?
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What will it take to rouse us from complacency
To put out a stake that says, “Sorry, No Vacancy”
Of Trump’s hell for leather, we’ve all grown so tired,
Let’s rise up together and shout out “You’re FIRED!”
(Robert L. Fried of Concord is a retired educator who is now a writer, gardener and tinkerer. He can be reached by email at rob.fried@gmail.com.)