Waiting for a Unicorn: The 1/6 Poems
How can so many undeniably bright
People
never understand that the only way
To deal with Donald Trump
Is to knock him flat on his ass
In the middle of the playground
Exposed for all to see
As the bully and coward
He has always been;
A pathetic little boy who never felt
His daddy’s
Love
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Trump never intended to go quietly
A year in advance he told us that if he won
He’d consider the election fair,
But if he lost,
It was rigged.
Trump rolls on the idea that Heads He Wins,
Tails You Lose.
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The Boss will offer
Up an acolyte
Toady
Lackey
Fool
To take the blame and the fall
In exchange for the promise
Of a presidential
Pardon.
This is the Mafia “do me a favor”
Style of government.
Is this what you want, America?
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George Washington, Abraham Lincoln and FDR
Take a midnight walk through the American graveyard
Seeking the final resting place of America’s moral
soul
They find Honor,
Duty,
Fidelity
In a weedy, neglected corner
beneath the limb of a dying oak,
And a little ways on,
A tilted headstone, cracked nearly in half,
marks the spot where the Rule of Law
Is interred.
Before that headstone the three men stand
For a long
Time
Heads bowed,
Silent
They never found America’s moral soul.
