I was out cycling on a half-decent afternoon a couple of weeks ago with mind and machine both freewheeling, when the first 2 lines of yet another grumble about Trump (a Trumble?) reared their/its/his ugly head.
Thought for Today
Today I sat down in my chair with a thump
and thought I would twitter like President Trump.
Each nocturnal, 1 40 character burst
would end with the phrase, “America first”.
I’d smooth down my hair and curl up my lip
and give it out straight as I shoot from the hip.
I’d spit out invective and dollop out scorn
and make all those Muslims regret they were born.
I’d sign a decree to impose travel ban,
‘cos foreigners by birth are un-Am-erican.
I’d stab with my finger and screw up my eyes
and not even blink as I tell you more lies,
for lies don’t depend on what once was called “Truth”
and dissed by the liberal elite as uncouth.
If it’s black and white striped and smells like a skunk,
but fits with your credo, you know it’s not bunk.
Ladies, we love you, so don’t be a dope.
You know that it’s never for words that I grope.
Soon it’s quite clear for who(m) I am rootin’ :
first Donald J Trump, then Vladimir Putin.
I learned from my dad how to duck and to dive.
I’m 45th. President, Colt 45.
I’m all full of bile, xenophobia and hate.
Rally round, folks! Let’s make America great!