Great Again
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
So this is how I felt when Tronald Dump
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Won stupid votes in Rust Dump zones, enough
To win the margins in that fateful clump
Of states from people who took drugs and snuff.
My eyes are green but I turned blue, as blue
As someone suffocated by the ice
In Palin’s state. It is as if I knew
That I’d need many lenses to suffice
To see how crazy, whacky, and absurd
That Uncle Sam could ever have allowed
America to pick this slimy turd
To be its president. I was not proud.
..It seemed as if I’d grown those thick hairs like
….Hate’s whiskers in a burgeoning Third Reich.