DONALD TRUMP LEADER OF THE PACK
DONALD TRUMP LEADER OF THE PACK
A Midsummer Night's Dream
Wow! I dreamt of Donald Trump last night.
Somebody, please tell me that ain't right.
It must be a metaphor, we're not that tight
Sitting in the crowd, all I saw was only him.
It left me thinking, about my Mid Summer Night Dream!
At a rally, a gallant few stood up, to crown the king
The audience was amazed some in disbelief he won.
That Donald is reigning again, though they try in vain.
Well, Old Donald Trump! came back and back again.
Verse Two
Remember my position, reading this composition.
It's just a dream of deposition, a poem of supersession.
Avoid senseless altercation, to this poem of disposition.
A nation awaits vindication as if he is still on probation.
And he is taking it to the Nation, in pride and jubilation.
Then I awoke in wonder, this dream I dare not ponder.
This poem is not an endorsement, but a dream of wonder.
Fools rush in! where wise men carefully wait and plunder.
Who is he? that the House of Lords, applause his blunder
Verse Three
They climb aboard to make merry, in my wonderland dream
Thin ones, lean ones, old and young, family by tens and dozens.
It was as if he piped them a melody, that resonated in harmony.
To the White House, his steps are addressed even if you undress.
Or detest, knowing quite well you fail the test, golly what a mess.
Just as I became assured, the clock alarm, I awoke in total distress.
It's just a dream, not a nightmare thank the Lord and lay me back to rest.
Into The Mist Poetry Vol 9. Raw Energy
Kenvil Atkins Lewis/poet: for Timeless Poetry Series
