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Doomed Dolt, Numbed Nerd, Trampled Trumpery:3

the Medicare, an undeserved fund the patients spend,
which seems extremely excrescent,
must be crushed immediately without any mend. 
No coverage serves them right! Be they gravely ill or convalescent.
In his favor, all the rules the Capitol shall bend,
prosecution immunity, business chance----each prerogative coming on end.
His flagrance in abuse of power, plus republicans' acquiescence, plunges to a state perversely putrescent,
in consequence, honest individuals wizened while tower of liar and mar-a-lago mire tumescent.

High as the staff's passions hit, perfectly as their patiences fit, more than half at last have to quit.
What has ground away every panjandrum's wit and grit? 
His inopportune blah-blah and twitter tantrum bit after bit,
the latter a globe-mocked target and also, often a globe-shocking tool kit.

Atmosphere of allies only too calm and bland, 
against them, with his single hand, 
he stirs up trade wars amid the entire world's guffaws.

Prostrate shall be the security of homeland, 
prostrate shall be the competence of diplomatic corps,
bolt upright frontier walls shall stand----
but stand only in his brain, which constantly bolts out lunatic lore.

Pants on fire, collars on fire, hard and fast is this refractory liar.
Really a refractory and prolific liar, really a refractory and lifetime liar,
boasting his lying score higher than the steepest steeple's spire,
never plans to retire, until one day he has to expire.

Nonsense the globalization trend, nonsense what the majority attend,
abandoning all oversea interests and renouncing all international duties are the cause he shall defend.
And the itinerary of isolationism, his pilgrimage route.
Endorsed by none, would he be alone? A point nothing moot.
Epiphanic from Roman catacombs, arms open, ecstatic and naked----an epiphany non-faked----
Nero comes up to embrace him grinnily, like a kindred spirit in long pursuit eventually slaked
acting as his soul mate cum his sole friend 
and escorting him all along to his final end.
His final end, Nero's end, that's who could brazen out the mass hoot.
His final end, Hell's end, that's where he takes root.

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Dotard Trumpery Handpicking Joshua Trump

Dotard Trumpery used to disgust the "ery" excrescence ending his surname,
for apocope he approached Megan Trump and poached her maiden name,
to which Joshua Trump, her son naming after her, dare no longer lay claim,  
because from then on he was reduced to campus bullies' fair game.

Pretending to be placatory, Dotard Trumpery had to invite
Joshua Trump to the Slayer-Of-The-Union site.

Trumpery, standing on his rock-and-roll rostrum, spieled song and dance,
Trump, seated off his opposite nostrum, cast ahead no glance;
Trumpery, haranguing high, may presume to be contagious, 
Trump, lolling low, just continued to be contumacious;
Trumpery, in skittish stance, legs to prance, 
Trump, in stolid trance, his head askance;
Trumpery, right hot, opened his mouth to smear shutters with sputter soars,
Trump, left cold, shut his eyes lest they be crisscrossed by sordid sores.

Impersonating Trump, Trumpery violated Trump's right of name;
Impugned due to Trumpery,Trumpp suffered long dark campus time.
  trumpery blatherskite.

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Floppers Propped By Whopper Croppers

Once the Sinis floppers' nerves acted up in bunches, 
Scandinavians had no way to head off sucker punches.
Sacks of scamming slapstick, slap bass,
and farcefest, thick and fast, came to pass.
Not a clod of sunstruck dung by a donkey's ass 
shines half as dazzlingly as these necks brass.

Fingers burnt, floppers' brash necks scrounged no warm and fuzzy;
Heart burnt, the propagandist's poor mouth popped up buzzy.
Not a hot knife cutting through butter 
goes half as quickly as he springs to sputter.
Except for words of clutter, foams spattering shutter,
what else can be extracted from that mouth of the gutter?


Low legs pretend to mount high horse;
Prayers of prey preempt provegan pulpit,
howling: How can you hunker without remorse,
each slumgullion-swamped Swedish culprit?

Street of serenity in for boars to roar ,
hall of harmony in for a flea to take the floor.
new moon in for all ground rock-and-roll, full in for truculent troll.
Hence spins Sinis trumpet: to sweep away the stick in our craw,
to swerve Sweden's stance suffices only one last straw.
Actually how does Sweden react to the drill of dross droll? 
Simply cutting them dead and going on with leisure stroll.

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The Last 4 Years and the Coming Decade 1

When the 21st century stepped into its third decade, the major tone of the world sharply switched. Internecine confrontation, cartelism and calumniation snaffled the high pitch, while comprehension, cooperation and cosmopolitanism, like ill-adapting burdens and nuisances, are inexorably pitched out of the era's finickier and finickier register.
The last 4 years, principally accountable for the bend toward such trend, has a clear pattern.
Since the moment that pussy-grabber grabbed the oval office through foreign fix, everything seemed to have been predetermined.       
Needless to argue: just as a train steering along its normal route suddenly swerved into an appalling aberration under multiple symptoms of systematic failure, poped up a chain of bizzare behaviors: a row of willful withdrawals from multiple international organizations and treaties, barefaced dunning over allies for protection fees, capricious veer of trade vanes highlighting haphasard jitters of tariff rates toward countries of utterly different natures and qualities, pussyfooting pace toward putin and patronizing pose before pals as well as other unpredictable hitches and glitches in the making and implementation of policies or even nondescript whimsical whistles that had perplexed many politicians, publicists and observers who believe U.S to have relapsed into isolationism, that is, paying more attentions to or becoming exclusively occupied in its own business with less or without interventions or concerns upon external matters. Many uttered criticism over this phlegmatic position, pointing out it was the isolationism that had connived at the fascist aggrandizement and caused the inadequacy of vigilance in the pearl harbor incident before it finally gave way to requisite engagement.  But I have to say the wording of isolationism is simply unfitting nowadays. One can prove this by drawing a comparison between the degree of globalization of recent times and that before world war 2. As we take a glimpse back to the period around 1940, we can find that oversea entities and links were relatively meagre and the corresponding influence and leverage upon other countries relatively negligible. At that time, pursuing isolationism was more or less of a certain venial aspect.

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The Epoch, the Epopee, the Eternity

When a precedent-busting pandemic is palling around the world 
when its concomitant panic and pain freak out
it is your fine figures that are unflinchingly unfurled
e'en as proctective gears barely eke out.

Isolation wards owe you diligence and devotion
ICU hours witness your will and willingness in motion
solely concerned with failing lives' fate
you move heaven and earth against time
to wrest back the critical at Hade's gate
with your own forgotten at the sacrificial sublime.

Head o'er heels covered in colors cold 
still you keep your hearts of gold
wherefrom bright hue beams 
warm love streams
care and cordiality swathing afflicted lands
bundling up every bedside in blessing bands.

Sweat sieging forehead, you have smile snuggle both eyes
fatigue ravaging physique, you have patience station personalities.

Tandem consistency synchronizes and synthesizes
Hippocratic oath and your practice
kneading them into such an integrated tenacity  
that the snaggiest terrestrial tmesis cannot tear apart;

Kindred fitness harmonizes and homogenizes 
Asclepius' staff and your hands
melting them into such an uncanny continuum 
that the sharpest celestial kenning cannot tell apart.

How many grand writers' purple passages paled
and painting masters' soaring strokes flattened
as eminent ebullience of ekphrases encounters self-effacing eclipsers
you are the plainest messengers, the hope and healing disseminators
you are most colorful illuminators, the virtue and vitality vivifiers
Supreme entelechy of esthetics meets pluperfect interpreters.

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Doomed Dolt, Numbed Nerd, Trampled Trumpery:4

Behind his endless daydream, behind his boundless self-esteem, what's picking up steam?
Swines Capture Team, proceeding plans stacked ream over ream, as well as their seamless dragnet scheme.

Hush money he can pay, for impunity he can pray, Justice never looks the other way.
Futile his bark and bay, futile his bray, imminent his reckoning day.

Donald, a sham piece; dolt nerd is slammed apiece, by nemesis without ruth,
whether he flounders tooth and nail or nail and tooth.
Trump in trance, trumpery in truth, a big and bold gone goose for FBI to sleuth!

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Doomed Dolt, Numbed Nerd, Trampled Trumpery:2

During election and after, buzzwords loud and clear, brags loud and clear,
the motherer lumps all milestone feats into his merits sphere,
as if to the national pantheon he had already drawn near.
Still one declarable thing we never hear: his tax sheets of every past year, the wrappings of all his enormities that would cost U.S. dear.
Financial duty in arrear, functional duty in arrear, still flourishing his racketeering career.

Necropolis for nation's needs, necropolis for ecumenic creeds,
what holds true of the campaign he leads? Cradle for criminal lawyers of top seeds.

Professional golf-putter grabber by day, senior girl's pussy grabber by night,also, from time to time he has fake news to fight.
State affairs? Simply slither along the way he haphazardly flies a kite.

Major resources his family hold, quite some key positions his myrmidons hold,
checks and balances dim, nepotism and cronyism bold.
Never mind materials about his turpitude in foreign agencies' hold,
'cause all these just left many in a position cold.

America's values and virtues, to him, nothing but a strumpet,
he sets out to strip it and dump it----neither like it nor lump it----
while bombastically blowing his blatant "MAGA" trumpet.

Life commodities dwindle sheer, feelings of safety disappear,
proliferating are gun gears and campus fear.
Horrible? No! No control measures take effect under his deaf ear.

With obscurantism in compliance, with demagogism in compliance. To literature and science ? His defiance.
With racism in compliance, with sexism in compliance. To irenics and euthenics? His defiance.

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Doomed Dolt, Numbed Nerd, Trampled Trumpery:3

Dotard Trumpery Handpicking Joshua Trump

Floppers Propped By Whopper Croppers

Memo In Chord, Moon In Accord

I Am the Project Air Bridge

The Last 4 Years and the Coming Decade 1

The Epoch, the Epopee, the Eternity

Doomed Dolt, Numbed Nerd, Trampled Trumpery:4

Doomed Dolt, Numbed Nerd, Trampled Trumpery:2