CAITLIN COLLINS, COOL
MAKING TRUMP LOOK LIKE A FOOL
HE IS SUCH A TOOL
The street life is miserable,
But somehow we romanticize.
Dreaming of making it out,
Reminiscing with the guys.
Some didn't make it,
Couldn't focus on the prize.
Others didn't see it
When it was right in front of their eyes.
Some chose death,
Others went to jails.
Ones that ain't make it out
Live in their own hell.
I finally saw the light,
The other side of life:
Great home, great kids,
And a great wife.
JEFFREY EPSTEIN HERE
DON, DO NOT THINK YOU IN CLEAR
MY GHOST VERY NEAR
God
Is
The
Owner
And
Ruler
Of
This
World
And
Not
Satan
She is the life source, a vital essence
maternus unwavering vow
instinctual guard and guide
from conception onward, no end
in her arms an eternal bond
a babe’s birth right, his light
when asked for a sign by the night star
a glimpse of beauty a moment no less
and when ether’s smoke rises afar
She’ll lift him toward the dark vastness
Complimenting the mother’s essence, & its symbolism
Mother's Day Tribute
5/10/26
Donald J Trump
Thought laws made a bump
But twas just wishful thinking
As his chances were shrinking
You, the great blasphemer, did snort
“I will be Christ. I will be the Most High
Above the fifty stars and courts
Above every deity of the sky”
Worshiping the idol of forts
With gold and silver, but with no ally
O orange morning star… O Don
You will be brought down alive
By Life, the daughter of Wisdom
To where no rose can grow and strive
With no oak tree to rest upon
With no eagle to arrive
Trampling you underfoot
Generations will think
“Is this that man who put
The whole earth on the brink
Turned his kingdom to soot
Killed liberty in a blink”
(Influenced by Isaiah 14:12-17)
Of Guinivere and Donald Duck
too few have ever written
Yet truth be told, with the ornery duck
fair Guin was truly smitten
She loved him for his cantankerousness
she thought his quack unique
So lovestruck was fair Lady G
at Donald’s fumbling advances ~
She turned ‘her other cheek’
NO FEAR OF WISEHUY DONALD MASSIMO PELLEGREN FAKED HIS DEATH IN FORT MYERS TO CONTINUE DOING HITS FOR THE MON RUNNING THE WISCONSIN WOMANS PRISONSADLY MASSIMO DECIDED TO IMPERSONATE MY DECEASED FATHER BORN 9.14.1942 CHICAGO WHY SIMPLE LOOKING FOR MY GRANDFATHER HERITAGE SERVING IN ROME SEVERE IDENTITY FRAUD UPON VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILY GAMBINO HITMAN HIDINGBOUT IN DETROIT RUNNING PRISON GAMES THE MAFIA'S HORROR SHOW SEVERE DEATH THREATS HITMEN ATTACKING DISABLED MOTHER ATTEMPTING TO RACKETEER MY AMERICAN POETRY EMBEZZLING A TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM ON MY BEHALD FORD MOTOR COMPANY THIS WISEGUY GARMENT DISTRICT HITMAN FAKED HIS DEATH TO BECOME MY FATHER IRONICALLY OBSESSED WITH 1942 MY FATHERS BIRTH DATE
May Donald feel lost love he never knew -
and see his tumultuous journey through.
A prayer for one who few would pray for -
whose feelings they'd rather chose to ignore.
Who are we who do not dare to relate -
or even consider another's fate?
Millions who've protested, marched and wept -
in hopes that things held sacred will be kept.
Aren't we all dear children of the Divine -
each entitled to touch the sublime?
Could there be respect when we hear his name -
confident that all are treated the same?
May we feel kindly towards each other -
and reach out to Donald as a brother.
He moves through the world as if glass were soft,
as if breaking it made ome strange music.
Inside him, in fear small children crouch,
still waiting for the blow that came all to often.
His mouth twists around apologies
they he never learned to mean—
His tongue cut out his strange words
too tender to pronounce.
He could not touch without leaving fingerprints,
Never loved without counting debts.
Shame sits in his stomach like a stone,
hunger’s first twin, born of neglect.
He thinks that cruelty is power,
but it is only fear in costume—
a trembling god he never served
because no one ever taught him mercy.
Donald and Harvey skipping and free,
never were two men more friendly,
holding hands and keeping things down low,
no telling how far a friendship will go!
One day fickle Donald Duck
was down on his luck
he chewed on a juicy hot chili
forgot quickly about his melancholy
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Wannabe film star Donald Duck
With Walt Disney tried his luck.
His antics amused him
Disney used him
Poem of the Day : 13.8.25
Cartoon Character Clerihew
12.8.25
Placed 4th : Standard Contest
Donald Duck and Daisy Duck
had so much plucky luck
they invested in tranquil park ponds
then meditated swimming alongside fronds !
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