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?
Copyright © Yuvarasen Gounden | Year Posted 2025
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