Musings of Trumpian nature.

 

 

Twisting bloated in the wind

 

Is this man with but his ego as friend

 

He's got it all and he doesn't lose

 

While all around him regard their shoes

 

Yet he is all powerful and decency has flown

 

So who will now come to cut him down?

 

(And I speak not of some treasonous act)

 

But whom among us his conscience still his own

 

Will put an end to this man blown

 

I beg my countrymen (and women) 

 

Kick harder now to keep on swimming 

 

Our heads held high above the water

 

Our hearts unreduced to cannon fodder 

 

This man we can and will survive 

 

And once again may even thrive 

 

But before and now we must pull together 

 

Find our courage, our spine, whatever 

 

For now comes the time to cut him down

 

As we hold much more of value than this one clown

 

The lives of our children will be better 

 

If we cut him down now, much sooner than later