Eighty Thousand

Eighty Thousand

A Poem by Bob B

Donald Trump boasts about

A landslide victory in the recent election.

Trump and reality seem to be

Experiencing a disconnection.

 

Roughly 80,000 votes

Out of millions and millions cast

Determined the winner in the race,

And yet Trump keeps holding fast

 

To strange and absurd delusions of grandeur

And to a fancy on which he dotes

Regarding his "triumph" over Clinton

And the total number of winning votes.


Even though she received MORE

Than two point five million votes than he,

Eighty thousand in THREE swing states

Won him the presidency.

 

Eighty thousand. I repeat:

Eighty thousand. That's the size

Of a small Californian town.

That's all it took to win the prize.

 

As usual, Trump loves to ride

The glory train of Bombast and Bluster,

Refusing to acknowledge that

His victory is really lackluster.

 

(12-13-16)

© 2016 Bob B


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