Jihad Donald Trump Style Poem by matthew harris

The tattered glory of America, now heats up
with agitation poised to strike on the brink
sans arty choked Jerusalem legislation incites humiliation,
which goads desecration fete accompli chink
in armor of Democratic rubric, constituting capitalistic
ethic, generic iconoclastic, and jingoistic logic,

nor budging an inch when man
dating trans sect shoe ell masses swallow his drink
what huff huck - this belligerent, dominant and
fervent hell raiser doth bungle in the jungle
decreeing tacit Mar shall law
fast as a twitter ring shutterfly eyewink

as his cosmic crotch grab doth
put Venus under his sway
with his Mercury hill temperament
pitches the orbit of planet Earth
tubby comb out of balance
infected by hiz anti Ju pit
er damnations, excoriations, fulminations

Huzzah sing how whiz derriere
didst Sat urn simultaneously
crushing crucible as an Uranus
indiscriminately plop ping
two hundred fifty pounds off flesh
dub ling down humming his favorite Neptune,

that dost affect Pluto hoc crass sea
repeating self coined motto -
I yam all mighty, therefore no fink
simply commandeering the reins of control,
a one man military intelligence groupthink

hut triad and true dyed in the wool
rip pug in ant guise zing rogue
rejoicing tuff fool, governing and hoodwink
king the die hard fans of dictatorial,
linkedin and monarchist ink
cube bus thriving on wielding indomitable aggression

practiced in the Art of the Deal
incorporating an unanticipated jink
iron fist rule reigning down vis a vis
pro pens heave lee and prop hen city
flashing hiz seal of approval,

which scribbled signature
doth not smooth survey monkey
serve hazmat puzzling kink
boot his frenzy to bulldoze
catastrophic, formulaic, and illogic
spells these United States of America
twill become hell
in a hand basket with nary a trace of grit of link
kin, the sixteenth president

(whose ruggedly pioneering frontier existence)
found him steady and strong,
plus soft hearted as pelt o' mink
the epitome of forty fifth elected
commander in mischief

a twenty first century Drake yule ha - albeit tink
con poop - barely describes
this oafish piranha making waves
(Whereby Hurricane Katrina seems like child's play) ,

where even a toddler,
could out rule, out smart, and out think
maniac pampered
by don patriarch Fred, who fawned, doted
and bow wowed over magnate trick son, whose rapacious,
reprehensible and riling actions
generated when Melanie doth wink.