For half a century those Harley guys have gamely tried
To hold back the unending Oriental copy-cat Cruiser tide,
Fakes of their venerable V-twin, a design so old and ossified
It deserves to be seen in ‘Antiques Roadshow’, or Formaldehyde.
Yet the President sees this decrepit anachronism as a thing of pride
So, the Harley Board is finding dealing with Don a wild, not easy ride,
No, Don don’t want their icon screwed together anywhere but Stateside
(Putting Putin’s plan for producing Harley-Davidsons in Petrograd aside.)
There’s many points of view in politics,
Left and Right sure produce a toxic mix,
Two protagonists began to write on Facebook
And what an ugly wrong turn that argument took.
First came the finger pointing, then an invitation
To take up fisticuffs and forgo learned conversation;
One overwrought ‘gent’ felt such outrage and distress
To drive his point home he even drove to his foes address!
But he blew his argument to bits, so to speak
By putting a slug clear through his enemy’s cheek,
Haven’t Florida Facebook posts sadly come to a pretty pass
When two hot heads must prove who is the biggest bloody ass?
Is Donald a good sport when it comes to fun and games?
Not when he’s going tweet to tweet with LeBron James,
Don fakes, he twists, he spins to the Right- true to form;
Again poor sport Don has started a pointless twit storm.
The President has been known to push reason a little far,
But his idea for a proof of purchase ID is beyond bizarre,
With every single purchase, in every dime store
Flashing the cash won’t be enough anymore;
Don wants you to have papers on you to show who you are.
Will Walmart put you up agin the wall if you’ve no ID card?
Will the cashier at Target treat you like a border guard?
If Donald can only bend Congress to his peculiar cant
Every ‘Merican businesses business will be to be vigilant.
Still, a few survive who hope Dons plan remains ill-starred…
Those who recall with vividity loved faces long since since passed,
Who knew those ‘innocent’ ID papers meant your fate was cast,
Back in the day when a Star of David upon your sleeve
Meant only a painful few would be left to eternally grieve.
And, now to pray that even Don can learn from the past.
Funnily I never thought the President was a funny ha ha bloke
But now the laugh’s on me, heh heh, and, seriously, l get the joke,
Hee hee, he’s hysterical, he changes history with one Master stroke-
He gathers the gullible, has a giggle to himself, then simply says ‘I misspoke.’