Your Madame President
All hail the Queen Africa
I apologize
His name is spoken, heard and seen
As part of every goddamn scene
Sweet be a cap on every bottle
It all goes on, without a throttle
A new banknote? Oh, there he is
The Arc of Trump? Well, soon be his
The Center for Performing Arts?
Rename attempt, sans playing parts
Half of White House's gone for good
Big void where once the building stood
Leave stains, not marks, is way to go
Our pride’s absorbing every blow
A golden phone, "Made in US"
Except it's not and what a mess
Cashed in our loyalty like a chip
When crypto fails, abandon ship!
He yells and screams and stomps his feet
So, heads of states are rife with grief
Hey, "pay attention to this matter"
Or chance become a worthless splatter
It's one step forward, two steps back
"Go make a deal or we attack"
The weak and meek don't win no war
Phone calls end war, he’ll stop few more
Vane jester of his own court
Amusing pledges, then abort
It hurts to watch, foresee effect
Entire world's pain in the neck
Forgiving History wouldn't be
No lion shall behave like flea
With vanity's his love affair
Except in bath, it's good nowhere
May 30, 2026
If the next President is AOC
I think I shall leave this country
Say farewell to friends and family
~ Seek out a free, fair society
Critically acclaimed
Undeniably intelligent
Never defeated President
Trump.
* The same applies to Prime Minister Netanyahu.
President John Kennedy,
A very wise man was he,
He spoke about the moon
And won the election soon.
Unstable, violent, and inconsistent,
to basic logic, they are resistant.
Rather than being glorified and extolled,
the human species must be controlled.
I would say something like that, of course,
just because I am a horse.
The Flag was lifted—like a Veil—
To hide a trembling Sky—
And underneath—unspoken Griefs—
Went marching quietly by—
Two Figures stood upon the Stage—
With Banners made of Sound—
They scattered Thunder for Applause—
While Silence soaked the Ground—
The Crowd—divided by a Hue—
As Petals are by Frost—
Mistook the Spectacle for Truth—
And did not count the Cost—
For Power is a curious Flame—
It dazzles—and consumes—
And feeds upon the Common Air—
Unlit the Garden tombs—
Yet Conscience—small and stubborn Star—
Refuses still to set—
It pricks the Dark with silver Why—
Lest We—and They—forget—
Mister President it's time to make the world a better place
You must treat the people fairly regardless of religion or race
When your time on earth ends what legacy will you leave
Speak the truth it's a-lot easier than trying to decieve
You have the ability to make things better for all mankind
Constant chaos makes nobodies life easier, you stii have time
Trying to stamp out the bad guys around the world never ends
You can make everyones life better by starting a new trend
Ideas are out there from both the left and the right
You have the tools to fix America let's end the plight
Making America great is achieved when we can all stand tall
We are as strong as our weakest link,'prosperity for all
the snow keeps falling
like it doesn’t give a damn
about speeches or sirens,
about men in suits
shaking their fists at the sky.
somewhere in Minnesota
a bartender wipes down a counter
that’s already clean,
because it’s easier than watching the news
crawl across the screen like a wounded animal.
I talk about order,
I talk about force,
I talk about saving the country
with boots and badges
and a stack of laws thick as a brick.
but the streets still smell like coffee and diesel,
still carry the breath of tired workers
heading home with cold hands
and rent due tomorrow.
the presidents come and go,
the flags get waved,
the threats get sharpened like knives in a back, with
and the people keep standing in line
cigarettes and the cheap lines of hope.
history doesn’t knock.
it kicks the door in
and tells you it’s for your own good.
Another year came and went
now were still here
with the same president
not a brand new one
but still the old one
re-done
but one who doesn’t
represent the will
of his constituents
I’d call him a bully
a liar
a thief
but that would be
a compliment
The president’s bombing kids again.
Blood on the ground, ash in the air,
schools and playgrounds destroyed the same.
And I’m sitting in my ing rose garden,
silk garments pristine and
picking past the petals stained red,
nose clogged with the scent of flowers in the air
and not those that lie mangled,
torn to pieces,
eternally tormented on the ground.
What a privilege it is to be removed,
to have my head buried in this American soil,
ears chock-full of it so the only sounds
that bypass my earthen defenses
are high-pitched laughter
and commands to bend low
under the current state of affairs.
And bend low I do,
down to the bushes that haven’t been maimed,
the stems of elderly jade
that prospered by disturbing no one
and instead shining with untouched beauty.
My heart turns to stone with every headline,
that same jade replacing vein after vein.
Soon enough I’ll be a statue of enchanting green,
dazzling in the sun,
mouth open too late in a silenced cry
in my own damn rose garden.
reporters were asked to state their ideas
what was the biggest news story of all time?
Many said November 22nd, 1963
If you were alive on that date, you know the story
And were probably stunned by it
I was eleven and I have never forgotten it.
want to guess which one it was?
end of WW II
US astronauts walk on the moon
assassination of President John F. Kennedy
World Trade Center bombing on 9-11
If you have to guess, you were not alive on that day.
I saw a countrys leader..Name Jesus as
Head of military defence.' I think its the
First time I have heard such said.? Very
Interesting maybe we'll see peace.? Not
Much hope in human leaders, by them, is
Violence just seems set, on increase.)
Failing to be satisfied with safe
He placed his vision before us
And led on to a state
That molded and shaped
Some rebelled
Some criticized
Some followed
Some cared not
Yet his vision
Touched us all
Led us to greater things
Than we knew possible
Having laid his vision
On generous minds
He retreats to the mountains
With Apollo, Pan and Bacchus.
Inspired by one witty Nate White, of Britain
I vote him in a year ago
Vainglory man with orange glow
We didn’t have another choice
The country spoke, a single voice
I hate him not, he is the boss
There’s way his power comes across
So much revealed as time goes
For us to find and him disclose
No class, no charm, no wit, but troll
No warmth at all in present role
No wisdom, honor, humor, grace
Insults dispatched when face-to-face
He can be nasty, don’t show soul
He bashes heads to reach one’s goal
Lack of nuance and spite don’t stop
Behaves like bull in china shop
Offensive, crass, with shallow scope
We pray and watch, while harbor hope
For better life and worldly peace
He's mostly driven by caprice
Not man of word, give and withdraw
Commits to Russia win the war
He shakes the world to see what comes
Yet some big plans are yielding crumbs
Ain’t no compassion, noble not
Aims cutting Middle Eastern knot
Amusing? No, this isn’t the case
Who are you, Mr. Orange Face?
August 30, 2025
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