a tanka prose for (supposedly) desperate and disillusioned Trump party faithfuls
This is a work of fiction. Although its form is that of a short poetic autobiography, it is not one. With the exception of public figures, any resemblance to actual events or locales or real persons, is coincidental.
one crow
croaking to another
on a white house roof
'my name is Rudy
and I am a Trumpholic'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rudy drank from the cup!