AMERICA OUR MAN TRUMP

poem by: Kenvil Atkins
Written on Jul 28, 2024

AMERICA OUR MAN TRUMP
Well is the man Trump our man? strengths and weaknesses
A politician he is not, heck no, more likely a trendsetter of sorts
Certainly, he believes in himself so he knows he is never wrong
He just puts on a good show he definitely should be in the movies
Oh how he Loves to be in charge, He is not a team player for sure
BUT Is he a Dictator? nope, it does not seem likely at all. too shallow
Positively showmanship with a rugged personality yes definitely
Does he choose his words carefully Heaven, not a chance too tall
Does he care to listen to others, why should he, he knows it all
Overall what kind of a man is that man? Yes defiant very stubborn
Is he a bad man? not necessarily but a confused chap name-caller
A businessman he is not, too compulsive too scary, weary, and dreary
Now what would the man Trump think about those nice traits we know
His  strength in his mind, everyone must follow him, it is that simple 
Charisma is fading and needs a new gimmick fast, or he will come up last
Can he do the job he so sorts, it's up to all others you will get fired fast
Vindictive who knows, aren't we all must do as he says it's up to you 
Are you displeased with his opinion, childish or not he's got you blue
America says something positive about Trump, well  he thinks he is rich
And he says the wrong things at the right time, no scripting for this man
America In conclusion, love him or hate him does he even give a hoot
Will you vote for Trump that’s left to be seen, it's your business, not mine
With Trump everything is personal everything can be upgraded right or wrong
Correct America you need an upgrade is it the Bombastic Lady history awaits

Into The Mist Poetry Vol 9
Kenvil Atkins Lewis for Timeless Poetry Series / Raw Energy

BORDER ISSUES
If the border issues have got you down
There is no use wearing a frown
Slovenian or Russian open the border
Just model your way in my brother

 

Tags: Humor, Riddle, Abstract, Weird,

 

 

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