Category Archives: Donald Trump

Suffer the little illegal children?

Getting A Hand Up- Palm First.

To those DACA children who Donald loves so dear;
He has news for you, news you won’t wish to hear,
Yes, yes, he loves you but his actions make it clear
He’d love you twice as much were you not here.

All those barriers your parents crossed,
Their permits and passports unembossed,
Now Don has costed what his wall will cost
His words of guidance to stray kids is- get lost.

It’s not right to say Don simply does not care,
But DACA kids are brown, and to Don that’s not fair,
Americans deserve to dream, so you get the nightmare;
Don fervently hopes you’ll ALL make fine citizens- over there.

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The PresiDon shows up in Texas to help out- for the second time. Ain’t the great State doubly blessed?

As Big As Texas.

Flying back home Don cast down an eye,
-As one does when in the sky, from on high,
Looking down on those tiny toiling peasants
Don truly felt they’d be buoyed by his presence.

He’d seen Corpus Christi and Galveston,
By Houston he’d felt his duty had been done,
But for once had his leaving been precipitous?
Could this devastating event also be serendipitous?

At the thought, a lump rose to his throat-
A photo op- and he’d almost missed the boat,
Sadly Texas had suffered terribly in the deluge;
Therefore chances of bolstering his image were HUGE.

Melania thought she was safely back on the ground
When Donald announced they were turning around,
Donald’s entourage of advisers broke into a cold sweat
Seeing yet another Donald Trump breath-taking pirouette.

Don’s going to show us he had the common touch-
There’s a thought that shouldn’t worry him overmuch-
Weird, how one who puts such store in what he’s worth
Wishes to show po’ down home folks he’s down to earth.

Those who said Don’s vain, shallow, proud and aloof
Will meet with Dons swift return and righteous reproof,
Imagine how good him tousling some poor tykes Afro looks?
Surely THAT’S got to get our guy into Someones good books?

After smiling and posing till his face hurts
Dons had enough of dealing with little squirts,
So he finds a private place to don his galoshes
And edges right up to where the floodwater washes.

There he stands, staring, brooding, in a brown study,
The water Harvey delivered looks cold murky and muddy,
When faced with a flood of epic, nay, of biblical proportions
Dons next step is bold, despite what that inner voice cautions.

As he realises he has to forgo his long held belief
Its a chilling moment for the Commander-in-chief,
With heavy heart he sees how swiftly his foot sinks,
‘No walking on the water yet,’ Don despondently thinks.

Don goes South, bringing glad tidings, and a million dollar bailout. Thanks a bucketload, Sir.

Show Boat.

When Main Street looks more like a boatyard,
When canoeists row ’round inner-city boulevards,
When rain is measured not by the inch but by the yard
Will Don pour more funds into his Coast or Border Guards?

After Katrina left Bush with a failed report card
Donald diligently drops by to give Texas his regards,
That sad sodden state sure does look sorrily ill-starred,
First Harvey, then Donald- two most unwelcome blowhards.

Getting wet and wild when Harvey came storming in.

Wherever The Wind Blows.

The great state of Texas has had the odd spot of rain,
So Don drops in, winging in on his Presidential plane,
He’s here to hear and feel those poor Texan’s pain;
What’s Washington’s loss is the Lone Stars gain.

Once the news cameras switch off his interest wanes-
The great man can’t play golf in 100-mile an hour hurricanes-
So away he flies, spouting hogwash ’bout swamping the drains,
Don’s poured oil on the waters, but that whiff of sewerage remains.

Hey, pardner, pardon me?

Free-for All.

So, Dons gone and pardoned Sheriff Joe,
Old man Arpaio has come out smiling,
For old white Republicans it just goes to show
Don sees no guilt in racial profiling.

Don and Joe don’t mind ignoring Law and Order
Because friends must look out for friends,
But if you’re a poor illegal on the wrong side of the border
You know exactly where Don and Joes rule-bending ends.

A shadow falls over the land.

Shrinking From The Light.

Don stood out in the noonday sun
On the occasion of the lunar eclipse,
As the darkness fell on our chosen one
It felt like a foretaste of the Apocalypse.

Dark glasses at his side, up he gazed,
In those dark eyes how the power shines,
In the suns red reflection how his eyes blazed;
Was I alone in feeling a coiling of the intestines?

Standing bathed in an eerie light
His thoughts take on a darker vein,
Since Don sees it all in black and white
What bright thoughts dance in that grey brain?

Slippery Steve Bannon slides down in Dons estimation. Who knew there was a lower level?

The Ballad Of Steve Bannon.

‘Welcome to the White House, Steve,
We love the work you did at Breitbart,
Theres so much we hope you can achieve,
Putting the Alt Right to the centre is a start.’

What a bond you and Don are bound to cleave,
Why, that supremely superior right view you impart-
And your journalistic integrity makes it hard to believe
Your tete-a-tetes won’t be a meeting of like mind and heart.

Alas, poor Steve, Don must ask you to leave,
You’re a done deal to Don, and ’tis time to depart,
Dons vision of his ‘Merica even Steve couldn’t conceive,
After Charlottesville Steve knows Don’s mastered his dark art.