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Trumps' driver strikes Gaia's Pussy

Cranky Tweety™ hails
X® mad-chats blancho drizzles
High Court drains the fifth






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  " . . . sun's so hot I forgot to go home, guess I'll have to go now". - James Taylor - "Mexico" 

[ Good guess Cracka Jimmy ]

horse trumps the bard

My kingdom for a horse he said
Yet Richard the Third we've not read
Though the play's assigned
Shakespeare’s such a grind
We'd sooner chill with Mister Ed

Is Elon just Trumps

…pet

No jobs since Jobs

Your left hand
Put it in
Sheikh’s are about

Yes mister President
We will get on with removing the clouds
While we are doing that let’s put on your favourite Teletubbies episode and have a little nap…

The Sledgehammer - in Trumps own words

Folks ask why
I chose Elon as my guy,
Smart and tough
Knows how to fight even when rough,
Let him loose
To put woke projects in the noose,
Cause a stir
For progressives to deter,
Stop the rot
That placed us all in this garotte.
Act with haste
Take a sledgehammer to the waste,
Clean up house
Never mind who first we douse,
Set the scene
For what will come not what has been,
Make us great
Stem the voices that insidiously berate,
Make us strong
Choose what's right and not what's clearly wrong,
Pull as one
Don't cheat and steal then simply run,
Trust in him
For the fate of all excesses will be grim,
Trust in me
See how great united we can be.

no-trumps a card play

Let's play this round of bridge with no-trumps.
No suit is designated as the trump suit.
Alas, the emperor has no clothes!
The suit he wears is threadbare,
It's so light and it fits perfectly.
It's so regal and exquisite.
The suit of silk and gold 
holds all who see it spellbound,
"But he hasn't got anything on," 
a little child said,
before being hushed, 
and rushed away.
The royal trumps had their sway.

Hierarchy Trumps Oligarchy

     The White House, run by strict hierarchy
     Lambasts Russia’s alleged oligarchy

         Putin claims to be stumped
         But Biden has him Trumped

     Grins like mad and says ~ ‘Bunch of malarkey!’

The Boxer - in Trumps own words

I play by the rules day in and day out,
Showing my class, wielding my clout.
I take the hard blows time and again,
Knowing my patience shan't be in vain.

Joe's on the ropes, all by himself,
Waiting around to be dumped on the shelf,
Restraint is my friend, as I pull back and watch,
Those flailing wild jabs I so easily dodge.

There's one rule to fighting, it's Biding your time,
Showing him up, using his dime,
Keeping ones cool, letting him dance,
Then all in one motion - destructively prance.

There's rhyme to the reason for the 12
Rounds to be,
So everyone knows, all clearly can see,
The prowess of one, the demise of the other,
An abject defeat, no spin as a buffer.

The guys just a has been yet I'm giving him grace,
Watching him flail, not setting the pace,
The fun's in the waiting, a matter of time,
For him to fall over, his crown to be mine.

Free Speech Trumps Hatred and Bigotry - Again

A Swedish man abandoned his plan 
   to stage a public Torah burning
  for which very few were yearning ...

  In its wake the UNHRC (United Nations Human Relations Council)
    passed a resolution against religious hatred and bigotry
  which the United States and European Union opposed
    due to 'free speech restrictions,' a blow to every religious minority
                                                             ~ even Christianity

Now Its My Boxes - In Trumps Own Words

Can you believe it, indicted again,
By a bunch of pure zealots, callous grey men,
Political hacks given the task,
To take down the Don and in the limelight then bask.
Find any cause, invent a good ruse,
Just make it stick, all tricks good to use.

But boxes of stuff, how low can they get,
Papers with socks stacked in the shower, some wet,
All safely collected in my place at the beach,
Easy to find, easy to reach.
Just mere mementos of my time as the Boss,
Not something I’d part with or wantonly toss.

Now they accuse me under some act,
With great media fanfare like milk to a cat,
Gloating, backslapping each other in turn,
Pouring on fuel, hoping I burn.
Little sick people don't they recall
They tried this before and I embarrassed them all.

To be top of news is clearly my ace,
Providing the fame and my favorite space,
For me to then weave my own brand of spin
And just like last time, that got me straight in.
But if this turn they're sure I've been finally licked,
They won't even feel how hard they've been kicked.

The Stooge and the Vixen - In Trumps Own Words

Bragg's just an ass, a poor leftist stooge
Bought for in full by the Soros machine,
Why target me when he knows he will lose
His obvious intentions malicious and mean.

As to that Stormy, a vixen indeed,
She's now named me ‘Tiny’ can't clearly be true,
Her one claim to fame fueled by greed
The day I first met her is the day I now rue.

But let them come on these little red ants,
For they fail to see that if their venom may sting
Their incredible ravings and irascible rants
Provide the real juice to make my fans sing.

In chorus the cry my name in support
The Trump flags unfurled throughout this great land,
Denouncing the wrongs of my reign cut so short,
Making it known where each of them stand.

I've said it before but I'll say it again,
They stole what was mine for the very last time,
But this go around I'll make it quite plain
Whatever they throw will fade just like slime.

True Love Trumps All Curses

A knock at the door,
As the door opens to my future.
I see the eyes of a Goddess,
Once lost but now found.
Yet, I still feel the curse lurking.
I look into those eyes,
No life,
No love,
No remembrance of our love.
A fate like no other,
Only the empty destiny that was promised.
A love endured,
A love prophesized thru the ages.
Yet, now she stands before me,
Only seeing a stranger.
My heart breaks.
She smiles as the cloud lifts between us.
I'm surprised as she says,
Did you think a silly curse 
Could keep me away from you?
Remember Snow White,
True Love Trumps All Curses.
Holding me close in her arms,
A kiss on my lips breaks the curse. 
My sweet wife, I never stopped,
Searching for you.
Come, Lauren, we're going home,
To Olympus, where our children and,
Family awaits.
          And they lived happily ever after.

Yes I'M a Billionaire - In Trumps Own Words

They say I inflated
It's they that conflated
Political lies with their version of facts.

The mess they created
Will long be debated
Another attempt to silence and styme.

As often I've stated
Which leaves them frustrated
I'm worth every cent of the Billions I claim.

The reason I'm fated
And by some surely hated
Is my obvious success and the money I make.

Letitia's now grated
Quite a bit aggravated
That her bark is so hollow with clearly no bite.

Not one to be intimidated
My strength celebrated
Let them throw what they will and watch it dissolve.

My lawyers are rated
This case armor plated
Watch these bogus new charges soon dissipate.

In the meantime I've slated
For the fans I've created
More rallies to drive my winning points home.

I'm buoyed and elated
Evermore motivated
For the White house to bask in my presence once more.

Thank-You Fbi - In Trumps Own Words

They did it they really did it,
Can you believe it, can it be true;
My folks are angry, their passions lit
One voice united, this act the glue.

Little they know the hornets’ nest
They've now unleashed upon themselves,
They may well smirk at their cute start,
But I'm the ogre, they the elves.

To raid my home, a line now crossed
They truly think I'll cower in fear,
My cannons out, all fairness tossed,
I'll strike and torch all they hold dear.

Biden's a joke, a simple stooge,
A patsy by any other name,
This thing they did, I'll make it huge,
The best of gifts to fuel my fame.

A few more years to wait and scheme
To win it all and wipe their smirk,
Then watch the wokes just wail and scream,
As they observe our handy work.

Revenge is great, it drives my life
Cross me and watch for what comes next,
I can be sweet, just ask my wife
As to my foes such pain they won’t expect.

Watch Me In Action Until He Departs - In Trumps Words

The more I think the more I'm sure
The odds were stacked as all can see,
The Media's rotten to the core
At least on that we should agree.

But two years on what do you think,
Did sleepy Joe succeed or fail,
I hear so many took to drink
Watching the saga of Dither and Flail.

Afghanistan, Russia, Inflation and Gas,
Just a few things that mark his mis,
And yet that same Media gave him a pass
Altering headlines until something fits.

COVID aside he can't catch a break
Even his wife is shaking her head,
She tells us he's fine, really awake,
He's just been unlucky, with good times ahead.

I'm just sitting back enjoying the show,
Getting some laughs, spreading the word,
Watching frustration evermore grow,
Promises plenty, all action deferred.

Not long now to wait, November's next door,
We'll take back both houses and that's where the fun starts,
Of my own aspirations, patience for more,
But watch me in action until he departs.

Trump and Obama

I
If Obama and fans had stormed Capitol, democracy would preach

II
If Obama and fans had stormed the Capitol, he would not preach again

III
If Trump ever pays for 2021 sedition, all blood of First Nations would be Silenced

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