Donald, may I call you Don?
Or would you prefer Mr. Trump?
Into the primaries you have been drawn
You say America is in a slump
As much as I would love to end up as your pawn
I’m afraid I’m not that much of a chump
I can hardly wait to see the dawn
You thing in the night that goes bump
Most of us just want to see you gone
You human-shaped camel’s hump
With your hair like a poorly manicured lawn
And you head like a rotting stump
Yes we cannot wait until you’ve withdrawn
You ambulatory garbage dump
What causes you to ramble on?
What makes you such a grump?
Your morals have been overdrawn
You spew vile like a septic tank pump
America’s not falling for your con
So go take a flying jump
If you insist on behaving like Satan’s spawn
I would like to sit down with a thump
And it’s your face I would like to sit upon
So that you can kiss my big, sweet rump…
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Okay, I feel better now. I am sorry about that, but this guy might be my new Dick Cheney. I just think that when a small piece of evil lodges inside your brain, it is better to drain the infection before your head swells up and pops like a giant zit. Besides, once I started unleashing my pent-up rage, I discovered that the real challenge of this piece was not channeling the anger… no… it was trying to see if I could actually do a fairly long poem where I rhymed every other line with Don and Trump and still have it make sense. I know he hates to be called Don, but if you can come up with any good rhymes for Donald, you are better with words than I am.
Pouring My Art Out 
Brilliant and I hope he goes away and takes a dump!😜
oh yeah
I have considered a Trump rant fir some time, but have refrained from it, primarily because I don’t need more stomach troubles right now. Sometimes my rants do help with blowing steam and depressurizing, but sometimes they get me even more “het up” than I already am, and I am afraid that a Trump rant would do just that. Do you think angbody takes this man seriously? Just thinking that’s a possibulity gets my stomach churning. But we could start a new “birther movement” just about him. Not only was he not born (if in fact he was. . .maybe he was spawned) in this country, he was not born on this planet. . .he was born somewhere UNDER it!
All this aside, I used to think I was an “average” American citizen, and thought about things like most people do, but it was the 1980 elections that made me realize that I no longer had my finger on the pulse of the nation (if I ever had, that is). I was OVERJOYED when the Republican party nominated Ronald Reagan, because I felt certain that NOBODY (other than those few party delegates) would vote for him! Carter would get his well-deserved second term! What did I know? Nothing, it turns out. I am getting seriously afraid, because the Republicans are going to nominate somebody to run next year, and so far, the pickings are not just slim, but totally unpalatable.
With just a couple of jitters, I will close this missive, praying that I have not completely misread your post. If you are, in reality, pro Trump, and his ilk, I hope you are not unpardonably offended, and I will be praying for your soul.
Great poem, BTW!
Paula
Thank you for taking my silliness so seriously. Awesome comment! I was just having a little fun and challenging my skill with words. But if I can make people think about things, that isn’t a bad thing at all.
But. . .but. . .but. . .you still didn’t tell me what part of you I should be praying for. Much too civilized a response from such a free spirit. . .
If you feel so inclined, a few prayers for the crack squirrels that live in my head would not be out of order… sigh…
If they are of voting age, they shall go to the top of my list.
I don’t know if the average lifespan of a crack squirrels is long enough to make that likely.
Actually, that’s a relief. Considering their birth rate of late, especially in Washington, DC, us moderate liberals, liberal moderates, and gcloset socialists would be goners. So I will add them to my prayer list, but I won’t notify Pat Robertson. He would ban all crack squirrel abortions. . .
He might already have a head full… and not as well trained as mine
What if his hair is secretly an alien feeding off his brain.
Wait, nevermind, it would have starved years ago.
HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Don’t hold back Art. Tell us what you really think.
That was the projectile vomiting of poetry!
HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee