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A Poem for POTUS Trump
By Franklin Price
10/15/2017
This is a poem for POTUS Trump.
It's not a Whitehouse leak.
If you want to make us great again,
You should think before you speak.
As the leader of this country,
Somone's always after you,
The media, the democrats,
And most in your party too.
Congress doesn't care for you
They know you'll make them work,
To do the job, for which elected,
And stop the graft, which is their perk.
You're not the normal president
Ass kissing's not your style
Diplomacy's not kissing ass
You should try it for awhile
If what you think sounds foolish
In the the creases of your brain
Have advisors punch your ticket
Before you climb aboard the train
Before leaving every whistle stop
Top off the water and the wood
Check that the track is functional
And the engine's running good
Don't be the foolish engineer
That takes the curves too fast
For the US. is the train you drive
If you wreck, it may not last
Don't let yourself be de-railed
By the swamp around the train
Drive with care, the train you've chosen
And make our nation great again
Come serve my country
Die from septic poison under pandemic darkness beside me
In California uninhabitable dwellings
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Unlike the Democrats, President Trump will continue putting you first. Please know that he loves hearing from you, and he is still listening.
Back in twenty sixteen
the people with the knowledge
said, He didn’t win the popular vote;
let’s trash the electoral college!
Then in twenty twenty,
extra millions came to vote;
chances that was legit
seem more and more remote.
Now it’s twenty-four
and Trump has won them all:
whitehouse, house and senate.
Blew up the great blue wall.
The people with the knowledge
would rather sink than swim,
“He doesn’t have a mandate;
the margins are too thin!”
And so for four more years,
our politics are cursed.
The MAGAs want things great again,
progressives fear the worst.
Don’t shoot, I’m just the messenger;
I voted for the guy
who cast his lot with MAHA,
watched We The People die…
It is easy to see,
or difficult,
I might agree,
What Trumpian WhiteHouse competitions
for nationalistic power
teach us about more transparent cooperation
we might wisely hope for next.
Democratic rational ecopolitical restorations
for healing climates,
as ecologically green outside
as resilient ultra-violet inside
MotherEarth's enlightening
re-enchanting theology.
Competing ego-systems
could not have evolved
WhiteHouse manifest human natural destiny
of courageously enchanted
and curiously disenchanting spirits
had we never known cooperative re-associating soul
and soil history of light
absorbing water flowing nutrients.
Enchantment
cooperatively inducing nurturing instincts
disenchanted
disassociated from supreme EgoCentral
RightWing re-associating resilient re-enchantment
with competing Left
cooperating sacred Right
deduced/induced multiculturing intelligence,
resonance,
dipolar assonance,
creative regeneration of cooperative ownership
for truly democratic empowerment,
enlightenment
re-enchantment with everyday cooperators.
For our healthier future
we do not invite self-marketers
of nationalistic isolationism
and lack of experience
with muticultural co-governance
So, we do invite advocates
for constitutional cooperative ownership
with sacred MotherLand's ecotherapeutic climate
of co-present responsibility--
Internally induced nutritional intelligence
creating networks of exterior UltraNonViolet empowerment--
2020 local through global cooperative
ecofeminist with allies
co-redeeming revolution--
WinLose survival revival
of WinWin humbling choice
for ego-ecothrival.
Congressman and senators forewent
all manner of civility, fidelity and integrity wii
hull ding broadswords, derringers
and exhibiting the right to bare firearms
as all hell broke loose as testimony
to the dire prognostication foretold
more than saber rattling and Gatling guns que
kind from lambastes, fisticuffs
and brickbats ratcheted up as agents provocateurs nee
said obedience to semper fidelis credo, coda and cock knee
stance when dire straits called for restraint
against excess versus raising cane old hickory
i.e. Andrew Jackson latched onto when opposing with energy
plus verve espoused by fellow delegates,
and his hologram ghost bloody
from battle scars outside and/or inside
the halls of government where blows bashed
dovetailed elected legislators to officiate
as angry birds viz brouhaha clashed
Federalist against their nemesis
of the twenty first century
during the term of Donald Trump
who throve on the cutthroat frenzied
internecine lawlessness dashed
to and fro, hither and yon
any hopelessness for civilians to escape bloodshed
spilled from without vaunted halls of justice,
the approach of doomsday
writ large as anarchy and mayhem flashed
with uproarious coup d’etat,
The Whitehouse is bracing itself,
interlopers are everywhere.
Not since the times of Abraham Lincoln
has the house been so full
of unwelcome visitors.
The Presidents chef is at his wits end
the throng needs feeding,
they are hungry for answers
and Spam sandwiches will not do.
They are squatting, raising tent cities
among the colonial furnishings.
Our leader is about to make a statement,
a speech about our secure borders,
and how Right Wing Extremists
continue to spread disinformation.
The FBI is of course standing by
their guns drawn
ready to bus them back
to the heart of America
where they came from.
Princess Goldie was homeless
somewhere within her Gaian ruling reign.
She walked lost
through this morning's reforesting project,
learning to spring back together
what had fallen into last night's cold morbidity.
Princess Golden was hungry
for WinWin rules of nutritional global play.
Her tummy rumbled
as she saw a WhiteHouse
next to a swamp of punishing nettles
not quite distant enough
for peaceful conservation.
She knocked on the WhiteHouse forest floor
but no answer
so she tried the closed door
winning wealthy place
yet losing future healthy space
for hibernating bears and bulls.
Princess Gaia opened what no one had denied.
Then tried to break her fast,
but the first red bowl was too fundamentally hot,
the second, blue, too terrifyingly secular
academic
theoretical
abstractly cold,
while the green third, though smaller heard,
was ideally cooperative communing
just right for immigration.
She tried YangBear's hard seat of authority
then YinBear's heart seat of extended family responsibilities
before breaking BabyBear's imprisonment
in loser retributions
attributions of autonomous sin,
too small for growing winner optimizations
restorations of wealthy health.
Princess Golden
ruled with great nightmarish nappy time
chaotic lack of ecotherapeutic resting school,
then bilaterally governed within matriarchal complex forest
networks of too-soft nurture,
then fell asleep just right
in beds for polypathic dreams
tricameral
BabyBear in-between
PapaBear and MamaBear
speaks within her hibernating open cave
harboring WinWin resolutions
too hot v cold
too hard authority v soft family responsibility
too highly egocentric v holonic ecocentric diversity,
reversity of reforesting reclimating times,
perversity of lack of LeftBrain sleepy time,
university of RightBrain healthy story rhyme,
Princess Goldie's ego homelessness
reforesting Earth-centering nest.
What feeds a writer’s art?
Why feed a writer’s art
when the appetite’s clearly insatiable?
I think in stiches, rows, paragraphs and stanzas,
and I’m not one to undershoot a thesis.
I can’t seem to just write a paper for school,
I have to craft some kind of narrative
- it’s practically involuntary.
Last week was ‘All Saints’ school break. It was a week in France that, like fall, shifted the temperature - cooling the pace, so Peter (my bf) and I could take a breath and metabolize the changes of the past few weeks, where we both moved to Paris - changing schools and jobs. We’ve had big feelings - it was a lot.
Peter’s content with my tireless run on the hamster wheel of education - he has a PhD, so he understands the grind and my often prickly, acerbic and deeply abstracted school-day moods.
He’s on a steep learning curve himself, these days, living suddenly in an all-French world, where every sign and menu is semi-unreadable. We’re working on it - we’ll get there because his tutor gives excellent rewards for effort.
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Songs for this:
Take On Me by Josh Whitehouse
Poor Boy - Nick Drake
Window - Still Woozy
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*For instance , I’ll find myself trying to form a narrative, in response to a clinical case scenario, meant to demonstrate my diagnostic reasoning.
DONALD TRUMP – RE: DUCKS --
this portion dashed off
(while dry ving an open white hearse slay
so many months back before
slated him slotted the most coveted
Casino biggest win - before the political imbroglio
much more upsetting than today
- - - - - - - - - -
Axe the old don
A trump peter n piper of incredulous hellish crud - be gone
With the ha air brushed pompous ****
so the Macy jackal hound doth run
After public outcry yelps
for his hide and proletarian discord won!
- - - - - - - - - -
Donald Duck Trump ™$ - a pompous ass
makes war with his big brass
knuckles and bucket of crass
maligns vis a vis character assassination with bro kin glass
inciting banal deathly hallowed expletives
toward lass sees – especially
Fox Television news anchorwoman Megyn Kelly
inducing said personality to bear the brunt of brutish mass
of vitriolic n vile insults from incriminating verbal pass
so…ex post facto viz mine NO VOTE from me
thus this digital screed to disallow him
to accept the oath of office, cuz he will hurrahs
from such a snooty arrogant simian with sass!
- - - - - - - - - -
I van a try to describe while sitting on me rump
How he oh bomb in lee rages with gnashing teeth
while back a slump
Blasting Democratic nomination as a sham –
From special interest bro and sis turn pump
He, the epitomy of crass bloviation, a malignant lump
Whose rants sans presidential outcome a sham rocking red bull
in a China shop with his millions beds this,
- - - - - - - - - -
That and another woman to bareback jump
Disseminating gene pool –
Obama null lee birthing more Quakers
and additionally doth hump
The mass media as some foolhardy charade
And caricature of a frazzled grump
This arboreal clothed ape
Erecting Taj Mahal phallic symbol where players dump
And gamble away hard earn cash
- - - - - - - - - -
For his hello kitty, as if that cachet to grind and bump
Lambasting with that maniacal leering pout
while hair rum runs rampant with red bulls
In a China shop atop his bulbous aerosol sprayed heady measly shaped
ulterior motive aimed his sights to become Pastor of Muppets
Dis eased cranial hologram
Of a cretaceous, facetious and insidious mump.
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By: Baron von Ivan Mal N. Ya.
A cave man cometh.
His strong meat chomping life,
his hairy wife.
Legend has it, that when hairy wife
returned home bearing berries,
caveman knocked her over the noggin
with a toy club, bought at Walmart.
Back in the Whitehouse
the President is facing a dilemma;
should he remove the pickle
and the lettuce from his cheeseburger?
He phones old caveman for advice.
The phone is answered by the hairy wife.
She say’s he should eat kale.
The president is clearly shaken.
He turns to the First Lady
she is not there,
she in the garden picking berries.
The President makes an executive decision;
he bestow upon the hairy cave wife
an ambassadorship to Greenland
in perpetuity.
“That should do it”, he mutters,
reaching for the ketchup.