Start with Liquid White
an illusion of happy clouds
I paint my canvas
clear of human crowds.
The mistakes of history
I have painted over
as accidents, removed mystery
by executive order.
The dark people
turn themselves into
Border Patrol
and hear my menacing jingle:
Send them back!
Bravery is investigating
the pollutants dumped in mines
appealing and litigating
to banish the clean-up fines.
My decisions are unhinged from ignorance.
I believe those rascals
who push zero-tolerance.
But one thing stuns my yokels–
it’s easier to move a mountain
and divert a river
than to remove four freshmen
from our country, from our border.
Send her back!
The power of the ballot box
is to remove the garbage.
Just revel in the rise of the stocks
and trash the socialist verbiage.
My rallies like the garbage;
they revel in chaos and confusion.
I’ve raked in serious cabbage…
I pander to whiteness and exclusion.
With women some think I’m a monster
dark behind my orange mop.
My principles follow my pollster;
I do not know where to stop.
We have put a big bandaid
on the courts, given a little CPR.
My base has drunk the Kool Aid.
Down with NPR.
Since when is greedy
un-American?
Emoluments? Sue me. I’m foxy.
Can you feed my adrenalin?
My Twitter is my canvas
@UnrealDonaldTrump.
Twenty million in the chorus;
you losers feel my thump.
I’m going to be re-elected.
You just don’t believe it!
No use being civic-minded.
You had better believe it!
