There’s a fellow who’s grinning right now
At our chaos, fear, poverty. Wow!
All his orders were heeded;
His Trump-scheme succeeded.
Putin’s earned his dystopian bow.
Headline: “GOP blocks Senate rebuke of Trump on Russia sanctions”
Undoubtedly Putin is thrilled
By the mayhem he’s wrought; he’s fulfilled
His dream to install
Trump the Puppet, who’ll brawl
And defile, as democracy’s chilled.
Trump keeps tying our nation in knots,
And it’s time to connect all the dots:
He inflicts all this hurt
To distract and divert
Because Putin is calling the shots.
Headline: “Accused Russian spy Maria Butina appears poised to plead guilty”
Donald Trump should be tied up in knots,
Cuz Maria Butina knows lots,
And it looks like she’ll squeal;
She has just made a deal.
Oy gevalt! Trump may actually plotz.
I find myself smiling and chuckling
At this new-to-me word: I’ve learned “truckling”
Means obsequious actions,
Like Donald’s attractions
To tyrants … and bootlicker suckling.
Headline: “Kremlin: Russia not ready to accept Trump invite to Washington”
Over hosting old Vlad, Trump’s been heady.
But the Kremlin says Putin’s not ready
To say “Da” to a visit.
A diss? Ain’t it, is it?
Poor Trump hoped the two would go steady.
Trump’s submissive to Putin and meek.
He is craven and shockingly weak.
Donald’s bluster’s replaced
By behavior debased.
And his party’s response? Piddlin’ pique.
At long last, there can be no debate:
Trump’s a traitor, who bows to his “mate,”
Russia’s Putin, whose smirk
Shows contempt for the jerk
Whose betrayal one can’t over-state.
Poor Trump: #TreasonSummit is trending,
As his summit with Putin is pending.
Let us wreck Donald’s day,
By tweeting away
To keep that fine hashtag ascending.
Trump’s trip has, so far, been a mess.
Yet he brags it’s a major success.
Breaching friendships galore,
Trump the tiddlywink whore
Placates Putin, a master of chess.
The G7 vibe has been blighted,
So Putin is surely delighted.
Trump gives Vlad his best-pal-eyes,
Maligning our allies;
Once united, we’re naught but benighted.
Headline: “Trump Invites Putin to the White House”
Said Donald to Putin,”Please come
To the White House, my bestie, my chum.
I’ve plum secrets to share,
So I hope you’ll repair
To DC and make Democrats glum.”
Russia meddled, our experts maintain;
Our Democracy’s suffered a stain.
But Donald would rather
Buy Putin’s false blather;
Trump’s owned by Vlad’s hard driving reign.
The Donald heaps praise upon strongmen;
Evil despots quite clearly the wrong men
To admire or laud.
Trump’s a terrified fraud;
Naught but one of those cowed “get along” men.
Donald’s suddenly mired in disputes
With pal Putin. I’ve spotted the roots
Of their low in relations
And dreadful vibrations:
Trump must “prove” that they’re NOT in cahoots.
The Donald lays blame on Assad
For chemical warfare, but Vlad
Says Assad’s stash is barren;
Just rebels have sarin.
When two liars diverge, who’s the fraud?
Those who claim my election’s illicit,
Saying I’m with V. Putin complicit,
Are misplacing their scorn;
Donald Trump’s native born,
Unlike Bar! So my ass? You can kiss it!
Donald Trump praises Putin as “smart,”
In effect telling Putin, “Take heart;
“Very soon you will own
“The Oval. Just phone
“With instructions. I can’t wait to start.”
