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The King of Trumpland

The King of Trumpland From TV land and a brash hotel Appeared a huckster who lived to sell Dreams to those who longed to hear A voice free of bull, pity and fear, Selling the dream of a new frontier, He renamed America 'Trumpland' He sold them a pup, many still knew In their hearts of hearts - but what could they do? A new power was rising, far to the east; Trump took aim and fired – he’d slay the beast! For he of all men was scared the least, War fortified the King of Trumpland The King cried 'first we retaliate, Abandon all compromise, seal their fate!' Then vast smoke mushrooms came into view Over Pyong Yang and Beijing, Australia too; In Korea millions died, though they never knew Of the glorified King of Trumpland The war was over – men cried with relief, ‘We stood up and were counted for our belief’; The sky grew darker, black as the night; The King was roaring 'we won the fight And beat the aggressor with our military might!' They deified the King of Trumpland Then out of nowhere, a mighty blast, Five million souls breathed their last, Shocked generals stared from ship and car - Korean missiles reached this far??!! They struck at the heart of the stripes and stars And the petrified King of Trumpland? The King had one more trick up his sleeve, He’d leave the people to mourn and grieve; When last seen he'd reached the coast Having been relieved of his regal post, As a second bomb made millions more ghosts For the mortified King of Trumpland The next war will be fought with sticks and stones, Bows and arrows and broken bones; On Capitol Hill crowds mourn their loss In single file past the wooden cross, Where they take their aim and angrily toss Rocks - at the crucified King of Trumpland

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 1/5/2020 3:33:00 AM
Love your verse Steve, welcome to soup. Happy New year. Tom
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Date: 12/31/2019 1:28:00 PM
Awesome Steve. This is all I feared when he first got elected. Then I got used to the madness and forgot it was madness. We’ll think a prime minister who hides in fridges is perfectly normal soon too. God help us. On a poetic note, really enjoyed your variations on the refrain. Most satisfying. Yet terrifying.
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