The Last Trumpeter Trumps Poem by Paul Brookes

find a windmill to tilt
a windmill for tilting
windmill tilting sky high boom
a pilgrim to amusement
tilt a Ferris Wheel,
round, round, carousel riders tilting.
such tilting spins titillate.

coated Don Quixote quoted
such is life full of quixotic lines
mad man matters
the last card Trumped
trumpeting his violence
laughing behind his hand
as he stares into the narcissistic glass.
all lives matter he smirks, except those that don't.