Orange Hair Poem by Long Tooth

Oh, his hair's not that orange friend but reflects the ire
Of the halo that Trump spun (he 'borrowed' from Dawn)
His 'mom's' better than virgin (transvestite for hire)
Whose 'Black Hole' split its rib to announce Putin's pawn!

Now no longer a bigwig, Christ's seat has been sold,
The gold Trump couldn't steal; he just borrowed to pay.
(It seems death on a cross for most sinners gets old!)
Those who love Christ, my friend? Their sum's smaller each day!

Entertainments what's needed, clowns crowd shallow graves,
Far more angels (tricks dream)on the head of a pin,
Trump pretends that he owns them, that clowns love their caves,
As each stench gets uncovered, he still thinks he'll win!

Well, the dodo's extinct now, his head was orange too.
Lived the life of a chicken! Rats finished their eggs!
Since no logic restrains Trump, why look for a zoo?
Let Trump drink his dementia, clear down to its dregs!


Long Tooth
May 23,2019