Poems for Trump #38 Dreams.

In my dreams ...

I've wrestled great whites,
plucked tail feathers
from swooping eagles,
stared down a Sumatran tiger,
laughed at black bears,
& with one punch
decked an angry hippo,

caressed to exhaustion
writhing boas,
pleased to punch
deadly black widows,
& overcome with smiles
protective lion mothers,

to spend the next four years
facing off
with that
deluded idiot-child
the great orange one,
will be
an
utter
breeze.