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He said I alone can solve it all:  
The Mexicans will take the fall,
Rapists and murderers one and all. 
I'll keep them out with a beautiful wall.

He claimed Muslims on the Jersey Shore
Cheered 9/11 with a roar.
So he proposed to even the score
By turning away refugees from our door.

He picked off his rivals one by one
With insults from his verbal gun.
A playground bully in his roots;
Now some of the vanquished lick his boots.

...

Think what he'd do if he brought into play
The FBI and NSA.
Like Nixon he’d create a mess
With the help of the IRS.

He could reshape the Pentagon
And stack the Court
As if in a game
Or perverted sport.

Treaties we rely on now
He might simply disavow;
And let the Russians have their way
If the Baltics didn’t pay.

...

He flirts with white power
And dictators abroad;
Talks of conspiracies,
Dark secrets and fraud.

Evidence is absent
And so is the truth;
Dissecting his meaning
Can require a sleuth.

“Believe me” he’ll say,
As facts slip away;
And then walk it back
With an “I don’t know” crack.

He mocks the disabled
And impugns a judge;
It’s as though someone cabled
“Keep sending us sludge!”

They said he would pivot,
But how could he change? 
For this is a man 
Of limited range.

...

To him experts are nothing,
Not even the generals.
He thinks himself wise,
But what kind of owl
Screeches all day
And puts on a scowl?

His hair in a rage,
He’s off on a rant.
His mind thinks thoughts
That most of ours can’t.

“I’m sending the nukes
And feel fresh as a daisy.”
To him this is smart;
To the rest of us, crazy.

A Muslim dad with a book
Is to him just a crook;
“Who wrote that speech?”
Asks the man whose own wife
Mouthed words from another’s life.

And a Gold Star mother
Contorted in grief
Is not even entitled
To simple belief;

POWs are losers –
The insults abound.
Why is someone so tawdry
Even around?

...

Love trumps hate;
Or so they say.
But darkness is deep
And people, clay.

Fear mixed with rage
Is a potent brew.
Hitler knew it;
Mussolini too.

...

Ties, wine and buildings
It’s all just a brand.
Like a bogus university
Built on nothing but sand.

He wants immigrants out,
Except for his wives.
For they alone
Know his true size.

It’s all a disaster,
He says, but wait!
Elect me now
And I’ll make it great.


This is a shortened version. Full poem available on the Huffington Post.
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