On the Putting Green

On the Putting Green

A Poem by Bob B

A hurricane approaches--

One of the biggest we've seen--

And where's the president?

On the putting green.

 

Millions are preparing

For the storm to hit,

Still not knowing

What to make of it,

 

While the president

Spends his Labor Day

Hitting some balls around,

Which, needless to say,

 

Is his typical manner

Of showing his great concern.

(Just to hear him speak

Makes one's stomach turn.

 

Here's a man who said

On the campaign trail

He wouldn't have time to golf.

Talk about a tale!)

 

Think back two years

To Hurricane Maria.

Trump thought he had

The perfect panacea:

 

Once in Puerto Rico,

Facing a weary crowd,

He tossed them paper towels.

Ah, he felt so proud!

 

His mindless hypocrisy

Is a tour de force.

I guess each faux pas

Is par for the course.

 

-by Bob B (9-2-19)

© 2019 Bob B


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Okay, I'm dying here! lol in tears still.
It's funny and not so funny because every word is truth. How can someone live to be his age, have what he has and be so arrogantly stupid?

Posted 6 Years Ago



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