Poems for Trump #42 ... the trumpets trumpet for Trump

Hark … the trumpets trumpet for Trump … a premature, wishful prose poem from oh, last year.

Well, finally,
we can breathe out …
& one of the joys 
of this failure
securing the job
of the most powerful man on earth,
will be the that his surrogates,
his lap dogs,
his cheerleaders,
in all their bitter, cynical,
mean-hearted selves
will be just plain
downright pissed.

Anne ’30 million illegals’ Coulter,
Rudy ‘dark pitiless soul’ Giulani,
Roger ‘the harasser’ Ailes,
Chris ‘vicious’ Christie,
a host of seriously,
seriously minor TV stars from the sixties,
that terrible Breitbart guy,
the 5 on Fox,

that horrendously horrible Fox business guy with the British accent,
Doucy & Kilmeade,
you know
those dense ones who chat on Fox,
Sean ‘heart of darkness’ Hannity,
Bill ‘fuck it we’ll do it live’ O’Reilly
(look it up, its a hoot),
oh, myriad, myriad others at that
reeking swamp
of misinformation
… and Sarah ‘times up’ Palin,
the black sheriff dude with the cowboy hat.

Ben ‘I was thug when younger, really’ Carson,
… and of course David ‘KKK’ Duke,
all the nazis and supremacists
& white pride people
who’ve been empowered
& buoyed up
& re-tweeted
during these awful days.

And Merle and Babs from the backwoods
who want a return to ‘greater’ days
& that ‘edgy’ gay guy who pops up now and again,
and Sheriff Arpaio,
the NRA,
‘camouflaged open carry’ dudes
who parade themselves in the city streets,
& climate change deniers,
& bigots, and racists,
& all those who believe Obama is the actual anti-Christ,
& all those who would outlaw homosexuality,
ban Muslims,
& cheered on that awful ‘bullshit racism’ Birther crap.
all of you all …

I’m so very, very happy that things likely won’t turn out the way you wanted … oh so very happy.