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Blind Donkeys Keep Kicking

   The party of the hee-haw would now impeach Mr. Trump
     for denying the world’s arch-enemy, a madman, access to the bomb

   It takes a blind donkey to kick the hand that redeems it 
     and now the rest of the two-legged world sees it

A dumpster fire

"To the White House he strode," sang his choir,
The elephants sparked a dumpster fire,
His words became its fuel,
Deceit was his tool,
While the donkeys cried foul: "He's a liar."

We need no DC to know all these things,
Just stamp your ear on the bald eagle’s wings.
You’ll see Iran sneezing;
And Israel pleasing,
Not too far away Gaza's sorrow rings.

Red Maple touted as the fifty-first.
PM as guvnor, a joke just nursed.
Donald talk’s just full of scare,
Yet Putin listens with care,
With the hope that the North's missiles won’t burst.

Troops in Damascus prepare to leave,
Trump's friend in Istanbul made Assad grieve.
To Moscow he fled,
In his tower he read,
The joy of this win, he wears on his sleeve.

Pre-Determined Donkeys

Donkeys are known for their sheer stubborness;
determination beyond compare.
I see three "saints" for donkeys, nonetheless -
Mary's transport to Bethlehem's square
and Balaam's unique donkey, quite rare.

Mary's donkey is not mentioned per se
in God’s Word, but I don’t think she walked.
Balaam’s donkey saw an angel guarding the way.
After two beatings, he sat down and balked;
and in self-defense that poor donkey talked.

Balaam had not seen the angel’s drawn sword
warning him not to return to Balak.
Now he was told to speak only God’s words. 
And what of the donkey? now on a sidetrack -
I hope Balaam had some treats in his knapsack. 

There IS one more donkey, I should mention,
the one who carried Christ to Jerusalem
near the end of His salvation mission.
The foal of a donkey, a colt bore Him
to His venue of death and human mayhem.

A Giraffe In a Space Rocket

I took a donkey 
Over the border from 
Nepal into India
In Calcutta 
I had tea
When the hotel
Proprietor after checking out
Asked; me 'Any tips?'
I misunderstood & said
'No need.'

The Donkeys

The Blackpool donkeys have given up,
they have boarded jumbo jets
as emotional support animals.

Once they used to plod between
the Blackpool piers
half a mile up, half a mile back,
day after day,
carrying whooping kids and adults
as they heavily jogged along;
fat thighs clapping sore ribs.

In a dulled daydream the donkeys moved
with downcast eyes,
backs spavined from gleeful bums and knees.
When they could carry no more -
they were trucked away
to be neglected unto death.

Now the donkeys,
when not flying business class,
surfboard in Hawaii,
their Bermuda shorts billow
as if tailored for four-legs.

Those that once rode them
on that uncultured English beach,
now take river cruises
to the more refined European cities
never wishing to see a donkey,

but if they should come across one
I hope that for a moment
they feel a knobby spine
again bruising those broad buttocks.

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https://www.blackpoolgazette.co.uk/news/abused-donkeys-not-licensed-work-blackpools-beaches-572591

The Donkeys

The Blackpool donkeys have given up:
they have boarded passenger jets -
to be emotional support animals.

Once they used to plod from Blackpool pier
half a mile up, half a mile back,
day after day,
carrying kids and plump matrons.

In a dull daydream the donkeys moved
with downcast eyes,
plodding until exhausted.

Now the donkeys have retired,
when not flying
they surfboard on Hawaiian waves.
their Bermuda shorts billow,
tailored as they are for four-legs.

Those that once rode them
on that uncultured British beach,
now take river cruises
to the more refined European cities
and hardly now ever see a donkey,

but if they do
I hope that for a moment
they feel a knobbly donkey spine
roughly slapping their
tender time-worn *******’s.

Blue Elephants and Red Donkeys

Our nation is divided
extremes of left, extremes of right
with no compromise in sight

America burns and hate is strong
can't we agree riots and looting are wrong
stop tearing us down time to build us up
let love overflow in our nations cup

Some are blue, some are red
those in between too confused to be led
An honest neutral media does not exist
so the angry fighting forever persist

Can we not agree to respect opposing views
discuss our difference without being rude
Realize we are one nation under God
Have peace and justice and end the mob

No nation or people are without sin
slavery happen to every color of men
The world did not begin to be free
until America's republic govern with democracy

Agreeing to be civil with respect the key
over time and with understanding let there be
a blending of thoughts crowned by liberty
will soon have blue elephants and red donkeys

Lions Led By Donkeys

We are all lions led by donkeys
Won't mention names but we're like zombies
A Brit and a Yank
Both guys to thank
Almost as painful as a suppository

We Are But Donkeys

Let the King take His ride
On the street paved with glory
The hails and the cheers
The shouts and the screams
They are not meant for us 
But the One that we carry
For we are but donkeys
 
Let His choice not irk us
Should he pick a mule ne'er ridden
Or one without a medal
A newbie to pedal
May we remain content
To work while we're hidden
For we are but donkeys
 
May we never take pride
On the miles that we cover
It is not by our strength
Nor is it by our might
We achieve such great feat
But by the hand of our lover
For we are His donkeys

©Chidiogo Radiant ~ August 2017

Of Donkeys and Elephants, Part Vii--Feel the Bern-Out

Tussled snow-haired gnome flies over the land,
A moonbeam daydream, unicorn soars high.
Pulling bread loaves from the air with his hands,
Weaving through clouds shaped like marshmallow pies.

He’s the master of all he imagines,
To his fantasy you are invited.
To be pragmatic is to be tragic.
It’s story time, kids, let's get excited!

This governing’s not as hard as it seems,
Don’t listen to the doubters; they’re just mean.
Who needs economics when you’ve got dreams?
My flock, put your hands on the TV screen!

Too bad your policies aren’t logical;
You’re a damn sight less pathological.

3/18/16

Of Donkeys and Elephants, Part Vi--Dear God

The only good thing is that one must lose,
In the battle of  Donnie versus Hill.
Three-hundred million cases of the blues,
Add me to the list of those who feel ill.

More than that, it makes me look to the sky
And in addition to all that wishin’
I’m sorry I prayed for a girl or guy
Who wasn’t a career politician!

But there’s something, dear God, I have to know
If in your image we humans were made 
Were politicians made more, or less so?
My little crisis of faith, I have prayed,

Will no doubt resolve, but what I’m thinking:
Perhaps we needed a Divine Spanking!

3/17/16

Of Donkeys and Elephants, Part Iv: Jilted

So don’t let those other guys get you down
How could we not beat the hippie and witch?
She’s a criminal; he’s a goofy clown
But we can’t beat the Donald, here’s the sitch:

Standing at the altar, first five, now three
Awaiting the voters to be their groom
Casting anxious looks toward the entry
But with a s-Trump-et, the groom left the room

This can’t be happening? How could it be?
The “Real Republicans” and their backers
Misread the writing on the wall, you see. 
Only role now is Donald attackers.

Sometimes the choice is good; this year it isn’t:
It's psychopathy versus narcissism!

3/16/16

Of Donkeys and Elephants, Part Iii: Looters

The blind, jaundiced eagle falls from the sky.
Falling free, it's the death of liberty.
No need for autopsy to figure why.
Is it freedom we want, or all things free?

We’ll protect you from life so hazardous.
We know how to fix it when you’re hurting.
Blame those other guys, with laser focus,
All hail the figure behind the curtain!

It will be paradise on Earth, you’ll see!
Even if it’s run by a psychopath.
Endless holiday, serf-ing safari
Even if it seems like we can’t do math.

Enslavement by vote coming to your town!
Just don’t let those other guys get you down.

3/16/16

Of Donkeys and Elephants, Part V, Zugzwang

Zugzwang

It's psychopathy versus narcissism,
our big decision for twenty-sixteen!
Which pathology is best, or isn’t,
What fell pass led to this dismal ravine?

The Donald, his rich dad’s favorite son.
Wheeler-dealer, Reality TV.
Born on third, it’s not much of a home run.
“This is GREAT! Everyone’s looking at ME!”

Our other choice, with pending indictment,
She's more crooked than a barrel of snakes. 
There’s no end to the Clinton excitement
and pseudo-empathic concern so fake.

Unless each other as VP they choose,
The only good thing is that one must lose!

3/3/16

Of Donkeys and Elephants, Part Ii

A righteous pillage, your justified prize. 
Indignation, winning, all you can see.
If freedom melts away before your eyes
Then you assume it was not meant to be.

A system designed to thwart corruption.
A sacred tree bearing freedom’s flower.
Yet we fall for the tawdry seduction.
A nation of whores, we sell our power.

The love of country has been unseated,
Replaced by three hundred million factions.
People divided, people defeated.
Windmill tilting, appearance of action.

The stag leaps in front of the train to die;
Blind, jaundiced eagle falls from the sky.

3/1/16

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