Wednesday, July 08, 2015

Enough, Trump ( 2015 version)

Enough, Trump.

We've had it my dear, with your pink ties, your hairs, 
your swagger, your towers, your money, tempers, walls, bombs,
smarts, snarls, pouts and doubts, bigotty bile, and once again, style.
We just cannot get your tenacious temerity, your specious celebrity. 

Have you read any poets, I wonder?

Some dignity, perhaps? Is it there, under-wraps?
Holy Cannoli! You’re up in the polls. 
It must be your cash, your media smashes, 
the way the daily news blues confuses 
your squawks, smirks, sound bite plashes 
with meaning. And now I’ve spent time of own.

 Would you just go?

1 comment:

Mathew Paust said...

I've been going around muttering "bigotty bile" under my breath all week. People are starting to look at me funny, but...but I just can't HELP IT!