Thursday, August 4, 2016

20160805 (normalcy)


















I’m glad we’re not Turkey yet,

But under a President Trump we

Could be. He’s erratic enough to

Think reversals common to every

Leader could pitch him into a

Conspiratorial mode. He’s already

Suspecting a loss would be due

To a rigged election. I don’t think

He has the internal stature to think

People might honestly dislike him,

Dislike his ignorance, his bigotry,

His simplistic analyses, and his

Befuddlement before international

Issues which will not yield to his

Yelling. I think people are even

Sensing his limited command of

The English language. Campaigning

For the presidency exceeds his 

Capacity. He is happily bounding

From gaffe to gaffe and appears 

Unconcerned he is playing the fool.

Someone whom he trusts (if there 

Is any such—Ivanka, perhaps)

Must grab his ear without delay to 

Tell him his outbursts are shedding

All but the fringe—birthers, KKK,

Racists, conspiracy theorists, the

Foil-hatted alien chasers, but I

Doubt he has taken in all of his

Family. While they would know

On which side their bread was 

Buttered at home in the company,

The privacy of the voting booth

Might inspire rebellion in even

The most timid of hearts (Paul

Ryan’s). A voice deep inside 

Will hopefully rise, “I can’t 

Do this to my country!” They 

Will hold their noses and flip

The switch that will send Hillary’s

Head through the glass ceiling of 

National politics and bring papa

Back from the high blood pressure

Heights of constant scrutiny at 

Least down to where he can breathe

Comfortably: where land is pried

From its owners, apartments 

Developed, investors swindled, 

Contractors stiffed, bankruptcies

Filed, and C-listers fired weekly 

Just for fun. In short where

God’s in his heaven, and all’s right

With the world according to Trump.









c. J.S.Manista, 2016

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