The Donald Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Donald Trump,
May be a lump of burning coal...
As suggested.
By some wishing their Christmas stockings,
Hung by the fireplace...
Will be filled with trinkets and promised gold.
But Mister Trump has done something,
No other politician or entertainer has done to date.
And that is to speak from an honesty,
Few who are wealthy and blessed with riches...
Can say they represent to have many appreciate.

Refreshing it is to hear these days,
A truth that offends those relying on pretentions...
To escape from traditions and values fading away.
With them sold to sell while a few pockets swell.
But The Donald isn't in it for the money.
Or does he feed those honey to discover more mold.

'So you are saying you actually 'like' Donald Trump? '

I like anyone unafraid to say it as it is.
Barack Obama 'still' does it.
Inviting opposition as if it is welcomed.
Although for many he has become too much of a quiz!
Yet...
Regardless who attempts to impress from 9 to 5.
And dressed to deliver more of the same tired jive.
With a doing to connive their deception and lies.
The Donald? Has proven he can afford to do neither.