KAMALA VS TRUMP There was a mystical man, named Donald Trump. The chap weaves straw into gold! as Rumpelstiltskin. He pipes a mystical tune, and people follow him. His reckless behavior took him to the white house. Soon, I find out, that courtiers sing ambiguous phrases. Donald Faded charisma! they send him packing. Says the community, you are lacking continuity, Dick. Lately working his way back, he peddles a different melody. Half the citizens were reluctant, and the other sold out. But free publicity he receives! when some try to deceive. Try making him a prince of thieves, would you believe? And Republicans corner, shout out Amen! long may he live. Verse Two: There was a bombastic woman named Kamala Harris. Spend a yawn! that she came from the middle class. Kamala is asking for your vote! you people of the lower class. Harris is a gifted woman, with no demons, soon-to-be first-class. The timing is right! The hour is now; don’t you take no sass. America needs a new thyme, and she will do all that is asked. Or maybe fell flat on her back! believing she was self-attack. Too many houses in just one house, won't unite and that’s a fact. They're written on the black blueprints, of several office tracks. Is she ready? or just steady! making the crowd mellow, like Barrack. The chance is hers! Is her grapes sweet or sour? or just a mirage. Add your voices! to the massive, and you now, have one hell of a choice. Into The Mist Poetry Volume 9. Pick and choose Kenvil Atkins Lewis for Timeless Poetry Series Raw Energy / Short Stories