The Trump Card

The Trump Card Our world, it burns in fits and starts Gaza, Ukraine, Russia, Israel are parts That burn aflame and tether on a brink What do we need? A solution? A drink? Truth be told it’s a matter of fate Told in the stars at heaven’s gate. A pack of cards in all the suits Yeah we need good pairs of boots Clubs, hearts, diamonds and spades Play your cards right or all hope fades Is it the Joker that we watch for Hades? No, my friends, it is the mighty Trump That reigns supreme when the world’s a dump. The ace up the sleeve is a myth alright Even if you play into the dead of night. The don of dons is the Trump alright. Make no mistake he is no Donald Duck Neither is he a Mickey Mouse. Disney is all fun and games But here it is all politics and dames. Yes, the mighty Trump is no lame duck. He seems to love the smell of musk All from morning, noon and dusk. This ace of clubs he pulls from the pack To get elected to start the rack And ruin of the world – no turning back. Soon in the dessert like Shelley’s Ozzy We will see the trunkless head of this bozzy. The air is thick with the rancidity of musk Mixed with X, T and the trump all fusk. So, how do you think your deck is stacked?