A huff and a puff and a hoot for good measure …
the Donald felt he was offended.
Thin skinned and spoiled …
Blood starting to boil …
Presidential demeanor upended.
Name calling and tantrums and facial expressions …
that might make a twelve year old blush.
He has money and fame …
and as king he could reign …
But his mouth often needs a good flush.
Theories abound, none of them sound …
for the answer he throws in our face.
With insides laid bare …
shows he just doesn’t care …
It’s about him and he’s running his race.
But what happens if, in November he loses?
he’ll likely get mad and turn red.
He’ll go back to his tower …
take a cold shower …
And tell his supporters “drop dead!”
For it’s all about him, it’s not about us …
it’s fun to throw insults and cuss.
For why would he act …
Like a middle school hack …
If he knew it’s important to us?
(The Random Poet:082316
www.therandompoet.com)
(ALSO: See Trump the Brilliant Hero Version)