Donald Trump Poem

Donald Trump Poem

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Reading of a ridiculous poem I wrote about Donald Trump.

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  • Once, in the great town of Land Liberty

    The townsfolk were choosing who next would best lead.

    Each candidate spoke, and each word was kind

    And everyone listened with bright, open minds.


    Then, once each Land Liberty speaker was done,

    A paper was passed to the town's token son.

    Feeling inspired, "Bernie Sanders" he wrote.

    And stepped forward to cast the very first vote.


    "I'll be taking that," the Establishment growled

    And bulled his way through the Land Liberty crowd

    "Is this who we really want running?" he sneered

    And brashly continued (though nobody cheered):


    "From now on, only the most noble may run!"

    "But Bernie is noble!" cried the town's token son.

    The Establishment glared as the crowd became riled,

    but slowly it turned into an impish smile...


    "What say the prophet?" the Establishment beamed,

    and pointed to a large, hypnotizing screen

    The crowd gasped in awe as the screen whirred and roared:

    "BER-NIE IS BAD" (he was pulling the cords)


    With the Land Liberty's fullest attention,

    "MO-NEY IS EVERYTHING" their 'Prophet' now mentioned.

    The room then filled high with a bright golden fog

    And Katy Perry sang, "Make way for HillDawg!"


    Despite the strange feeling something wasn't right,

    The spiral-eyed townsfolk danced through the whole night.

    "Well, I guess it's decided. Well, I guess it's all done,"

    the Establishment laughed. "My daughter's /surely/ won!"


    But just as he started to pass out the forms,

    The room shook with the force of ten million storms!

    The "Prophet's" screen burst, and the people awoke

    And a silhouette in the distance calmly spoke:


    "It's over." "...WHAT?!" the Establishment screeched.

    "Go on now," the True God spoke in solemn speech.

    And now the fog lowered to reveal in full:

    The One, The Leader, The Purest Noble.


    In fear, the Establishment quickly recoiled,

    Then thought of how long for these votes he had toiled

    And spit in his last breath: "I bet you he's poor!"

    But the True God then showed them his riches galore.


    "Do you see now?" came the God's voice with thunder.

    Even the HillDawg's eyes were filled with wonder.

    Each word became law, each pause was his mallot

    Then, justly, he granted free will for their ballots.


    Land Liberty voted like never before!

    They voted and voted, their passions restored

    Jobs were created, the economy flourished

    Under their True God every need was now nourished


    But out in the distance, there rose a faint cry

    "What about me?" came a sob and a sigh.

    "Don't worry, Bernie. Your time will come soon."

    And the True God wiped Bernie's tears under the moon.


    Last, even out farther, not hard to find

    (as every step he took left trails of slime):

    The grumbly Establishment sat in a slump.

    "I can't believe he beat me, for such a chump..."


    "Say it, motherfucker." The God's voice made him jump.

    "Say what?" he played dumb, his throat forming a lump.

    "Say it."

    The Establishment's heart missed a pump. 

    Finally, acceptance. "You can't stump the Trump."

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