Trump: Persistently Steamy Poetry
By: Moji Agha -- June 24, 2016 -- Tucson, Arizona
Last dusk at a small Tucson park, my 3-year-old dear friend, Rafi,
insisted unhesitatingly on imitating, no, actually embodying, a baby dog.
REALLY! As real is Trump's Presidential candidacy.
It was as if he was saying this to Donald Trump: "HAY! You finally convinced me, to finally give up on being human. If humanity has been reduced to Trumpicity, I'd rather be civilized in the dog-eat-dog world."
"Do you, the Trumpet of Ultimate Ignorance, understand the significance of my giving up on humanicity, at my adorably tender age? Do you even give a damn? I highly doubt it."
O' and of course we all know how perfectly our fellow 3-year-old humans
know the art of insisting;
Much like Donald Trump knows how to perfect the art of insistent ass-ness.
In the mean time, I insistently wonder why Rafi
(who insisted on factually being leashed, and be physically walked,
in part by myself--leash in hand)
manifested so perfectly at yesterday's sunset an unbelievably adorable actually barking "doggie" that did not poop.
Yupp! You heard it right! Rafi-the-cute-doggie did NOT poop!
So again I wonder insistently, if his trans-species dog and pony show
(I was the pony) was meant, at its profoundest level of canine contemplation,
to symbolically show authentic poop-less solidarity with those evolved dogs (and ponies) who don't poop the world;
perhaps to differentiate themselves from the words that insist on pouring out
of Donald Trump's ass-imitating mouth,
further polluting our wounded Mother Earth.
And no doubt, you see, Rafi and I have persistently no doubt,
on these Trumpian days of sickening surreality,
that our Mother Earth must be insistently asking herself
agonizing existential questions like these:
"O' my God: How the hell did I end up giving birth to an insistently white, yet
persistently steamy pile of , like Donald?
How did this orange-hued artificially hairy tragedy happen? Whose fault is it?
And alas: How should this grotesque Trumpesque pollution be cleansed,
wherein the narcissistic and the exhibitionistic *******
are of the same socio-psychotic DNA?"
O' my God: How on Earth can THIS kind of ass be wiped?
Hoping for some answers (before it's too late),
will our civilizing 3-year-old Rafi, now a proud poop-less citizen
of the dog-eat-dog world,
come back as some kind of a Doggie Super-Hero to rescue humanity,
making our Mother Earth "GREAT AGAIN?"
Copyright © Moji Agha | Year Posted 2016
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