Daily Poem
The Age of Trump...
Is there gas left yet to pour on
The dumpster fire of this moron?
This imbecile that thinks he’s smart
Such self-delusion is an art
And yet he’s risen to such power
With orange-caked mug that simps and glowers
And stomps his feet and types out troots
So with his loaded mouth he shoots
Like blinded cowboy, gun in air
He’ll take you out, he doesn’t care!
So dangerous, this rash no-nothin’
With sausage finger over button
Oh how did all things come to this?
Our asses ready to be kissed
Goodbye, so long, we’ll see you later
‘Cause fearful folks threw votes at traitor
The world a hostage, no relief
Beholden to this fake, this thief
So all that’s left to do is pray
I doubt it works, but what the hey!
Though answers to those prayers may stump
Still may we live through Age of Trump…
June 22, 2025