02 Sep THE POET CONSIDERS (FIVE)
The Poet considers whether Donald Trump Jr is suited for the exalted position of POTUS
Donald Trump Junior the President?
Of the nuthouse I’m a resident!
It’s not a cock-up –
So please call the lock-up.
It‘s not fake news
It’s make-you-quake news!
He’s made it to the top spot;
Yet it should be called the tot spot:
He acts like child of two
Is there anything he can’t do?
“How really clever I am!”
As his toys fly out the pram.
“Crooked Hilary.” What projection!
Is he capable of self-deception?
Too right he is, he’s a self-deluded chump,
The present POTUS, one Donald Trump.
If Hilary’s crooked, you can say he’s bent –
Making bad money fast is the way he went.
His crooked Dad lent him his crooked millions
And crooked Donald turned them into crooked, er, millions.
Donald Junior made of it precisely zero
Yet typically proclaimed himself a hero.
His grandfather was a German, Donald Dumpf;
I dare say you’re familiar with all the tedious gumph
About how he made his fortune from brothels and gambling saloons
Dumping them off like it was looney tunes.
Of course he made a suitably crooked profit.
His dealing in real estate didn’t put his son off it.
Indeed it merely helped his rise to power:
Cometh the hour, cometh the fucking Tower.