A poem by J. Q Dubbs

Donald Trump
A poem in the style of “A Book of Americans”, by Rosemary and Stephen Vincent Benet

They said he was a clown
They said he was a fool
They said it loud and long
All around the town.

Yet, somehow clownish Trump
Unchained America’s pump
from Mohammedan hand
And opened American drilling land.
No more blood for oil,
Can I get an Amen?

And somehow foolish Donald
ducked impotent foreign deals
Did you hear the baddy squeals?
To fleece American coffers
With disingenuous offers
Of peace for cash—all turned to ash
Amidst the Abraham Accord.

All around the journo’s worried for
Trump, the ignoramus, had the floor
To stomp On beloved rules
And Upend long-held tools
Of swampish dark night tyranny
Sneaking up on you and me.

Sleezy, slimy eloquence, he lacked
Along with the usual euphemistic tact.
He said what you were a’ thinkin’
That the media was a’ stinkin’
Mess of lying, whining, skulls full of mush—
Thank you Rush.

America will lament the man
That ‘uuuge boorish parody of Presidential charm.
While we hope the swamp-gas doesn’t harm
Him— it’s to the chambers for the rest
If we don’t toe the line—Toe the party line -
Toe the liberal democrat, communist party line.
And it ain’t no party for the best.

They said he was a clown.
They said he was a fool.
They said it loud and long.
All around the town.
They say it still, as if they’re still afraid
Of the great, productive, glad America he made.