N I H
(Please! Donald! You Need Help!)
Yes, "Not invented here" it seems Trump's motto for today!
So, institutions long revered are taken out of play.
"What is not mine cannot be saved," the lesson through the noise,
The truth is elementary: You like it? Hates your toys!
Yes, baddest bully in the school, don't doubt it or he cries
Glib prostitutes his only friends, for friends are treats one buys!
The rich are laws unto themselves, let others pay contracts,
If they resist, use scabs and launch Orwellian attacks.
Yes, only fools owe any tax, it's cheaper just to cheat,
Corruption (learned at Daddy's knee), a voter's prime red meat,
Our government, rich swallow whole, your children their dessert,
And golf (where they keep score) life's game du jour. Time to convert!
Yes, patronage is game he plays, "Me patron, you peon!"
And competition's no problem if Donald's champion.
Unless the Russians are involved, then Putin is the man!
"He whups my ass, just like my Dad! Dictators! I'm a fan!"
Yes, moneyed folks know Trump's no mensch, keep daughters at arm's length,
But secrecy surrounds his house; in death throes, still shows strength!
He rants and raves and says he'll sue (it helps keep folks off-guard),
But if you look over his fence? White trash camped in his yard!
Yes! Donald's wife? Hates her life too; don't think you are alone!
The only sex toys still in use are "Fox and friends" by phone.
As global warming melts earth's ice, moves planet toward shipwreck,
Crimes mortify close fiends, his flesh; may gravestones read "Oh Heck!"
Long Tooth
April 21, 2018
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