Star Trump

 

 

Donald is in

the chair,

 

in the Captain’s

seat, making it so

 

by his pants

in his pants,

 

he is panting,

‘This is very much

 

the way to go

so make it so.’

 

He chants and

he fills his pants,

 

‘I know words,

I know the best words,

 

to boldly go

so make it so.’

 

Donald is in

his hair like

 

a tribble.

‘It is not fair’,

 

he pants,

‘To make this

 

compare.’

Donald dribbles,

 

‘Something bad

is happening

 

in this space.

Space is a shithole.’

 

Donald grabs

for an idea,

 

a tremendous idea

for winning space,

 

‘There are certain things

men must do

 

to remain men.’

Donald grabs at

 

his pants

her pants.

 

Donald is in

the chair,

 

in the Captain’s

seat, making it so.

 

Mike Ferguson

 

 

 

 


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    1. […] Thanks to International Times for my poem ‘Star Trump’ here today. […]

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