Trump's Win - ' Hey, Fore! ' (Yep, Plus Four!) Poem by Long Tooth

Trump's ‘ Win! '

Trump's ‘Win' fades (but for lives that it cost) !
Think he cops to the fact that he's lost?
Fake News' swill! Be prepared
for a varmint (once snared) ,
can be vicious as hell, hates glasnost!


Trump's ‘Past'

Lord, I trust that your heart is divine,
but four years now, Truth's died on the vine!
Grant Republic a break,
States so raped by a snake
who asserts that more death, 'Is just fine! '


Trump's ‘Need'

Claps himself (not you fool! your b*tts' tool!)
He fears ‘failures' in life, ‘facts' in school!
With Dad's money, life's tough;
for a woman's just muff,
‘prize' like cr*p to a fly! Fame's drug's rule!


Trump's ‘Greed'

Trump trusts personal gain; that's his sin!
He serves Mammon; foe's death thinks a win!
Pond's reflection is all
he admires; his ‘fastball'
is some dictator's c*me on his chin!


Trump's ‘Pain'

‘Seig Heil' stumbles on love, so seeks pain,
seems Trump's father's rejection won't wane.
It's life's failures that last,
no grokked love to contrast,
like ‘plain dream of rain falling in Spain! ' (1)

 
Long Tooth
November 24th in 2020
Poet's Note:
(1) My apologies to Professor Henry Higgens for
linking his poetic mnemonic with a catastrophic
failure like Donald Trump (in my opinion) . May
America rise like Eliza Dolittle from the ashes of
lessons Trump has taught us! And faith survive!