Friday, June 14, 2019

day EIGHT HUNDRED and SEVENTY SIX


102-million-dollar golf vacation

--I love golf, but if I were in the white house
I don’t think I’d ever see a Turnberry again.
I don’t think I’d see Doral again. I don’t think
I’d see anything. I just want to stay in the White House
And work my ass off (Donald J. Trump, February 2016)

on
the tax payers dime

fat-ass trump
has spent
hundreds of days

waddling off to florida
to the swamps of jersey
a little side trip to los angeles

and a round
at his shithole course in scotland

the 102-million-dollar golf vacation

paid for by you and me

as the bridges crack
as the roads get worse
as the water in flint is still tainted
as puerto rico gets forgotten
as people go hungry
and homeless

as the nation bleeds division

fat-ass trump
swings his
epic calloway in his baby hands

his dumpy cheeseburger
ass in the breeze

shit-stained khakis
and a white polo shirt

that nazi red hat
on his orange head

to keep that wig
from blowing away

so he can fly back to d.c. on mondays

and shove it
further up the ass

of this cartoon republic.

--John Grochalski

                                   
                                            



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