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?"