Rant
©January 19th, 2019
By Vijaya Sundaram
I am T(he)Rump,
Destroyer of worlds,
Laughingstock amongst men,
Killer of butterflies and trees,
And animals and lands.
I am T(he)Rump.
I stride through the world
Like a Colossus, but with tiny hands,
And tiny brain, and squirrel hair,
And what I touch shrivels,
And dies a sad, whimpering death.
I am T(he)Rump
I snatch children from parents,
And allow them to die
Alone, broken-hearted, cold
In a new land as hateful as
The one they fled in fear.
I reduce all to barren waste,
Make the oceans acid-bitter,
Then fly to Mars on an Elon Musk-mobile.
I betray all who come to me,
For I am a black hole,
With a pasty face that covers it,
And a smirk that can fool the simple.
And while I fatten up my coffers,
And sit in lonely splendor
On my golden toilet seat,
Wondering why no one loves me,
(Even as I boast that they do),
I laugh, because *I* know
I am the BEST at being T(he)Rump.
No one else can be me.
And I laugh at the skies,
For, conman though I am,
I’ve taken everyone for a ride,
Even me, even me.
And what a ride it’s been, my people,
I give the best rides!
But these are not my words,
For I never faced the truth
Of me, of my place in this world.
My narrative is the narrative
Of one who cannot understand
Cannot feel, cannot think,
Cannot love, cannot taste,
Cannot read, cannot give,
Cannot judge, cannot care,
Cannot love. I cannot love.
And I am terrified.
Never mind.
I am T(he)Rump,
And I am the best one there is.
No one better!
I knew I’d make it as a (r)Resident)
Of this country, of this mansion
Built by slaves for me, ME!
I am the best (t)Rump there ever was.
Even if I (don’t) say so, myself.
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