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The glory of America,
now heats up
with agitation poised
to strike on the brink
sans legislation incites humiliation,
which goads desecration
as fete accompli chink
in armor of Democratic
rubric, constituting capitalistic
ethic, generic iconoclastic,
and jingoistic logic,
nor budging an inch
when mandating masses
swallow his drink
what huff huck –
this belligerent, dominant and
fervent hell raiser
doth bungle in the jungle
decreeing tacit
Mar shall law fast
as a shutterfly eyewink
as his cosmic crotch
grab doth put Venus
under his sway
with his Mercury hill temperament
pitches the orbit
of planet Earth tubby comb
out of balance
infected by hiz anti
Ju pit er damnations,
excoriations, fulminations
Huzzah sing how
whiz derriere didst
Sat urn simultaneously
crushing crucible
as an Uranus
indiscriminately plop
ping two hundred
fifty pounds off flesh
dub ling down humming
his favorite Neptune
that dost affect Pluto
hoc crass sea
repeating self coined motto –
I yam all mighty,
therefore no fink
simply commandeering
the reins of control,
a one man military intelligence
groupthink hut triad
and true dyed in wool
rip pug in ant guise zing rogue
rejoicing tuff fool,
governing and hoodwink
king the die hard fans
of dictatorial, linkedin
and monarchist ink
cube bus thriving
on wielding indomitable aggression
practiced in the
Art of the Deal
incorporating an unanticipated jink
iron fist rule reigning
down vis a vis pro
pens heave lee and prop hen city
flashing hiz seal of approval,
which scribbled signature
doth not smooth monkey sir vay
puzzling kink
boot his frenzy to bulldoze
catastrophic, formulaic, and illogic
spells these United States
of America twill become hell
in a hand basket with nary
a trace of the grit of link
kin, the sixteenth president
(whose ruggedly pioneering
frontier existence)
found him steady and strong,
plus soft hearted as pelt o’ mink
the epitomy of this forty fifth
elected commander in mischief
a twenty first century
Drake yule ha – albeit nink
con poop – barely describes
this oafish piranha making waves
(Whereby Hurricane Katrina
seems like child’s play),
where even a toddler,
could out rule, out smart,
and out think
thee maniac pampered
by don patriarch Fred,
who fawned, doted
and bow wowed over this
magnate trick son, whose rapacious,
reprehensible and riling actions
generated when Melanie doth wink.
