Saturday, October 8, 2016

Ode to a Toad: A Poem for Donald Trump

“Nobody respects women more than I do.” – Donald Trump

“I just start kissing them. It’s like a magnet. Just kiss. I don’t even wait. And when you’re a star they let you do it. You can do anything. Grab them by the p*ssy. You can do anything." – Donald Trump

Oh, Donald J. Trump, that stupid, stupid, stupid (on into infinity), petty, powerless, impotent, insane, little inch worm of a pale imitation of a man, after tens of thousands of boners and faux pas, and the general comportment of a hate-filled raving lunatic, a Dexter Morgan without the inordinate supply of Saran-Wrap, it appears his recorded admission of repeated sexual assaults may finally slay this destructive and corrosive campaign.

Be it through incarceration, sanitarium commitment or simply by a majority of the U.S. population running him out of our country with torches and pitchforks, we will soon be free of the lying, cheating, stealing, molesting, worthless parasite on humanity, and feral feces flinging, unevolved primate that proud Republicans have chosen as their presidential cream of the crop, and party standard bearer.

And so, while perhaps a tad premature, “… and several butcher’s aprons” happily takes this opportunity to bid adieu to this national embarrassment and bedbug in the boudoir of every inhabitant of this great blue planet, with a simple little poem entitled, “It’s Time to Say Goodbye to Trump.” Enjoy, and please share, for nothing would be more gratifying than the discovery that somehow this vindictive vitriol in verse appeared in front of Belial’s beady peepers, for an underpaid and physically harassed assistant to read aloud to the illiterate debtor.

“I moved on her like a bitch, but I couldn’t get there. And she was married. Then all of a sudden I see her, she’s now got the big phony t*ts and everything.” – Donald Trump

It’s Time to Say Goodbye to Trump

It’s time to say goodbye to Trump,
Whose brain, I’m told, is but a stump
Composed of mealy worms and lice,
And other things not quite that nice.

His soul, his Dad had plated gold,
His heart, removed at 5 years old.
His hands, sewn on from baby dolls,
His glans, determine protocols.

So fond is he of lawless sex,
From minor girls, to daughter’s pecks,
That Donald’s fully in his glory,
When boasting of deeds statutory.

Each trophy wife came C.O.D.
To be exchanged at 43.
Each marriage marred by his deceit
Each bride sent back, return receipt.

He stole funds raised for wounded vets,
To cover huge financial debts.
He ridicules their war born stress,
When called, Trump hid ‘neath Momma’s dress.

No coward is there more than he
Who picks on other’s frailty.
If weak or burdened with disease,
You're fodder for Trump cruelties.

It’s time to say goodbye to Trump,
By any gauge, a horse’s rump

“All the rainbows in the sky
Start to even say goodbye,
You won’t be seeing rainbows any more.
Setting suns before they fall,
Echo to you, that’s all, that’s all.
But you’ll see lonely sunset after all.
It’s over. It’s over. It’s over.” – Roy Orbison

Any comments, questions, criticisms, candid confessions, cash contributions? Contact me at butchersaprons@mail.com.


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