Christmastime in Trumplandia--2017

Christmastime in Trumplandia--2017

A Poem by Bob B

It's Christmastime in Trumplandia.

The halls are decked with boughs of folly,

Ol' Frosty the Snowman is melting,

And sleigh bells are sounding melancholy.

 

The president has an abundance of hassles:

Ongoing investigations,

Failed attempts at accomplishments,

Embarrassments, and accusations.

 

He believes his supporting staff

Will help him work out all the kinks

And claims he's the favorite president!

Something is rotten in DC, methinks.

 

Wondering why he can't wield

More power, he disdains

Anyone who makes an attempt

To open his eyes or pull on his reins.

 

He'll pick a fight with anyone

Who doesn't give him flattery or praise.

Many devoted staff and supporters

Apparently share the leader's malaise.

 

Not trusting true experts,

He looks elsewhere for his muse:

At Alex Jones, Hannity,

Or the vicious harpy who haunts Fox News.

 

He says he hires the best people--

Not!--and knows what's best for the nation.

He's backing a candidate for the Senate

Who's been accused of child molestation.

 

His organization is raking in dough,

While Trump insists he's breaking no laws.

Why not follow the foreign money?

And what about the emoluments clause?

 

His favorite world leaders are

Autocrats who aren't so pleasant.

Their mutual butt-kissing will have to

Be their mutual Christmas present.

 

Santa Trump and his elves in Congress

Are working together in order to dole

Tax breaks out to the wealthiest, while

The rest of us will end up with coal.

 

Chestnuts won't be roasting on

An open fire this year. No way!

Our winter wonderland's become

A messy winter holiday.

 

(11-28-17) By Bob B

© 2017 Bob B


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