No Clothes

The Donald does not

make us great -

America makes us great

He played distortion

with his proclamations,

said it often enough

to lead the sheep -

but promises won’t keep,

his words twisted pretzels

of segregation and racism,

disdain and narcissism.

Waterboard away, I say

but try it on yourself, first!

Do you see him, now, or

is his true meaning hidden?

America’s brains spun in webs

of spidered lies and promises.

The coming of Trump

is not coming of Christ

although he rides on an ass

to “save the nation”.

His ‘divine intervention’

of fears and divisiveness

will build a fence

around himself

and keep us out

women, blacks,

Hispanics, babies

(they cry too much).

But, please, let

the bimbos in

for Donald to accost!

Don’t tax the rich

let the poor eat cake!

The emperor dons new clothes

what I see is naked and barren

The real Donald Trump is

yet to be seen and I tremble

as I await his tricks in

America’s unknown future.