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.

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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.

I say, is that guy at the podium a touch slow on the uptake? A pause- a long pause- before the President speaks.

Nothing But White Noise, Part Two.

After two days of using a lame ‘blame lies on many sides’ defence
After the denouncing of White Racism by the likes of Mike Pence,
After a st- stuttering start Don is giving ’em a piece of his mind.
After a great deal of thought he’ll leave their KK-kind behind.

He says it, it must be said, with deep regret,
They’re core voters and he owes ’em a debt,
Will his hurtful words hurt the Alt Right?
Will their torch for Don burn as bright?

Without relish he mouths the words some lackey wrote,
Speaking loud enough, yet his voice retains a baffled note,
Recited without so much as an apology for it being ever so late,
Don, dragging ’em through gritted teeth does make Americans grate.

Pandering to the base and vile in Virginia; just part of making America great again, if you want to live in the past, and in denial.

Nothing But White Noise.

Whatever happened to our tweeting blue-eyed boy?
The guy who blasted Barack for not saying ‘Islamic Terrorists?’
Now our all-too-ready to send the message guy has turned coy,
Searching for any colorful way of not saying ‘White Supremacists.’

Its odd how strained his silence has become
Considering how many ears he’s wrung,
And how once words tripped from his tweeting thumb
And unthinking from his tongue.