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