Trump; A Poem
You leak in lines through cables to my TV
And stand, limbs limp like some orangutan buffoon
Who has somehow usurped America.
You speak in an algorithm, dumbed down
Saccharine strong and choked with fat americanisms
Who made sense to no one and fooled everyone
Into looking away as you plunged your hands
Deeper into the wealth of war.
We laugh at you, whipped string hair and beef eyed
Brash, too brash and big and bad for our wary elite
The hulk of lopsided vulgarity, striped with grease
Grin as fake as that tan
But you will take us to war, and blood, and shame
And the world will say