Poem by Ken Gosse

 

Trump’ Taint Necessarily Shows

His taint necessarily shows,
His taint necessarily shows,
For those he’s selected
To please The Elected
His taint is so bright that it glows.

His hands are quite small, but oh my!
His hands are quite small, but oh my!
He grabbed Evil Hill’ry—
She lost at the pill’ry—
His underhand friends made her cry!

He’s usually found on a green,
He’s usually found on a green,
Nine holes cost a fortune,
But Fake News? Importune!
And that’s why he stays on his green.

He thinks he’s a giant white whale,
He thinks he’s a giant white whale,
He moved to the White House,
“The Dump.” Now he’s chief louse
And tells everyone he can’t fail.

They’re all Putin’ on their best airs,
They’re all Putin’ on their best airs,
Ten applicant’s waitin’
For this son of Satan
To grab them by their curly hairs.

To enter his clan
You tell him, “You’re the man!”
Then help lower the bar in the swamp.
Adjust to the meaning
Where his truth in leaning
And/Or it’s a very short romp.

He’s well over two-hundred pound,
He’s well over two-hundred pound,
But he serves as proctor
For his spokesman-doctor
Who says that he’s fit, very sound.

They lie for him all night and day,
They lie for him all night and day,
The truth don’t abide there—
It’s never applied there—
They say what he pays them to say.

He tweets every night in a dream,
He tweets every night in a dream,
Thumbs nightmares nar’cistic
While tweaking his joy stick,
His tweets all come from that bad dream.

Oh Crimea river—they lie!
Oh Crimea river—they lie!
He tried to give Biden
A terrible hidin’
But truth will come out, by-and-by.

Impeachment looms closer each day,
Impeachment looms closer each day,
Lambast “Never Trumpers”
And stickers on bumpers—
“Don’t Ever believe what they say!”

We’re singin’ this song ’cause we know,
His taint nece—taint nece,
Taint nece—taint nece,
Taint necessarily shows!

 

Ken Gosse prefers writing short, rhymed verse with traditional meter usually filled with whimsy and humor. First published in First Literary Review–East in November 2016, his poems are also in The Offbeat, Pure Slush, Parody, Home Planet News Online, Eclectica, and other publications. Raised in the Chicago suburbs, now retired, he and his wife have lived in Mesa, AZ, over twenty years.

Mark Blickley is a proud member of the Dramatists Guild and PEN American Center. He is the author of Sacred Misfits (Red Hen Press), Weathered Reports: Trump Surrogate Quotes from the Underground (Moira Books) and the forthcoming text based art book, Dream Streams (Clare Songbirds Publishing House). His video, Widow’s Peek, was selected to the 2018 International Experimental Film and Video Festival in Bilbao, Spain. He is a 2018 Audie Award Finalist for his contribution to the original audio book, Nevertheless We Persisted.

 

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