ALL THE KING HORSES COULD NOT PUT TRUMP TOGETHER AGAIN

poem by: Kenvil Atkins
Written on Sep 12, 2024

ALL THE KING HORSES COULD NOT PUT TRUMP TOGETHER AGAIN
You wanted more! Why? Where, and what for?
A tired Donald was looking sore.
Possibly his sailing days are over, wrecked there on the floor.
And to the victory, America says no more.
Knowing You now know! What you did not fathom before.
Are your eyes open now? Or do you need an encore?
Graciously! he limps away from stardom, out the door.
Verse Two
Donald must be insane, seeking the presidency again.
The Republicans are all to blame, his wealth drove them insane.
Poor Trump! forgot to do his homework, and didn’t even know her name.
Asleep at the wheel! No Donald it’s she, not he! look closer it’s a dame.
Put it together man, your spirit is willing, but your flesh is much too weak.
Silly Donald! got kicked in the ear, it's Kamala, not Biden it’s not a trick.
That bulldog mentality is no longer a reality! It’s time to plead insanity.
Getting crumpled on the floor, aren’t you glad there won't be more?
Verse Three
America needs a Trump for sure! Balancing things as never before.
A one-man show is not the way! It’s a democracy, not a dictatorship.
That really won't work! And Vance comes up shot just a day too late.
An agender that differs, plans that don’t exist! Why not just surrender?
No ticket to ride! A sidekick that tells lies, it's probably you won't survive. 
Make America great! Telling the nation so many lies takes time to comprehend.
Tis a lost endeavor Donald! It's now or never, a perfect time to improvise.
Folks, you have heard his story! he felt no glory, knowing it won't matter. 
America loves a martyr! Bad boy Trump! Will live again, to fight her sooner or later.

Into The Mist Poetry Vol 9. Raw Energy
Kenvil Atkins Lewis poet for Timeless Poetry and Short Stories.

 

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