Four more years of a man who’s our bane? A vile pol with a venomous brain? What’s the crux of the matter? Trump’s foul — a Mad Hatter, Whose win on the 5th is insane!
Hey guitarists, you need a new axe? You like Trump? You’ll be thrilled to the max, Cuz the grifter’s now selling Guitars. There’s no telling What’s next … though my bet’s on the sax.
Most of my political verse takes the form of limericks or haiku. But this one is a four-liner – a quatrain:
I’m not shocked by Trump’s Cabinet picks. I’m not stunned by each deviant creature. Because sexual crimes against chicks For Trump ain’t a bug, but a feature.
The Dems and the press-folk are keen On playing a blame game, obscene. But they’re missing the point In their haste to anoint A fall guy: Most voters are mean!
On Facebook, wherever I look, I see posts penned by folks who are shook. They’re depressed, just like me. Not one whisper of glee! Well, at least I’ve blocked fans of the CROOK!
Both my heart and my mind can’t stop achin’; Human decency’s vanquished, forsaken. Trump’s so clearly depraved, That I thought we’d be saved, But the virtuous path was not taken.
Dear Trump Voters: You surely must know That he’s ruthless; it’s NOT just for show. Yet despite, or because Of his numerous flaws, You’ve elected Democracy’s Foe.
Election Day’s here and I’m tense. My fear of a Trump win’s immense. I keep telling myself: “Stick your angst on some shelf; Voters surely can NOT be THAT dense!”
