Trump's Insanity Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

He stands at the podium,
chin jutted forward,
eyes scanning the room for submission.

Europe, once a friend,
now a bargaining chip,
a stage for his erractic theater of dominance.

Tariffs like grenades,
thrown without warning,
his handshake-too firm, too long,
a power play disguised as diplomacy.

He calls them weak,
laughs at their treaties,
demands loyalty like a King
who never read the history books.

At nato, he speaks in ultimatums,
his voice thick with threat,
as if allies are debtors,
as if war is a bussiness transaction.

Berlin, Paris, Brussels,
they watch measured,
while he burns bridges with gasoline rhetoric,
smiles as the flames rise.

And when the cameras turn away,
he retreats,
a storm behind closed doors,
tweeting chaos into the void.