(courtesy of Google Maps)
Drive along TRUMP Highway until you reach
TRUMP Junction, then turn right onto TRUMP Lane,
follow the road across TRUMP Bridge (spanning
the Golden Showers River), skirt around
Lake TRUMP (famously full of bullshit), head
past the TRUMP Monument, with its red “LUSA”
baseball cap, and take the orange-brick road
through the Arc de TRUMP—zig-zag to confuse
any snipers!—and you’re in TRUMP City.
Now you’re there, rest up at the TRUMP Motel;
it’s the trashy one, with the flashing sign—
“Grab Pussy Here!”—out in the parking lot,
near the Epstein Toxic Massage Parlour,
down TRUMP Alley. Later, enjoy a stroll
along TRUMP Way, see the TRUMP Library
(still no books inside!) and, next door, the TRUMP
Mental Health Asylum, also empty,
since that night all the lunatics broke out
and formed the government. Close by, you’ll find
a Taco Stand, last outpost of the TRUMP
Headless Chicken Empire. It even has
a large-screen TV, where you can watch him
plot to kill off the I.C.C. and win
a second FIFA Piss Prize! But take care,
or the TRUMP ICE Gestapo will snatch you
off the street, and you’ll end up sleeping with
the alligators down in TRUMP County.
Or you could just stay here, in the sane zone,
pretend this isn’t really happening,
and pray one demented jackass won’t drag
us all to Hell. Where—breaking news!— he’s done
a deal with the Devil to rebrand it
the TRUMP Inferno Golf Course and Hotel—
a gated (and very last) resort for
the mega-rich and the ultra-evil.
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Graham Lock
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