A National Schism Called Trumpism

bene diserere est finis logicus (to carry on a disputation well is the end or purpose of logic)
—from Analytics of Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC)

Baptism—with Middle Eastern oil unguents, Saudi Arabian deals
Deconstructionism—of the Obama legacy
Euphemisms—relatively unknown to Bigly for use in public speaking
Fascism—all the bundles of sticks (fasces) on the backs of U.S. dimes bet he will never do time despite calls now to “Lock Him Up”
Fatalism—attitude of 45 toward gun laws, immigration, government
Generalism—policy on the spot the new normal, unable to articulate the formal, generalized ignorance in tweets every day
Terrorism—a domestic brand throughout the land, large ammo clips, short quips from 45 every day, unable to speak up to the NRA
Optimism—his Make America Great Again comes with clueless executive orders out of the barrel of his pen
Pessimism—from his inauguration speech to the Korean nuclear situation manifest US State Department diplomatic frustration
Racism – rears its ugly head in too many tweets with too much left unsaid
Patriotism- a Rio Grande wall ditch, calling a protesting athlete a SOB
Schism—the actual political division and $100+ fund raising plates throughout red and blue states
Communism and Socialism—an ungentle journey towards Bernie or Putin, Russian oligarchs rush to pay sure as shootin
Gee Whizims—“who ever thought?” the Presidency, Taxes, Health Care,
“ could be so complicated?” Well …45 only.

Bozo’s Cuss On and Off The Bus

I grabbed her by the …well you know the reality
that place, well from whence we all came
experiencing first hand my hard edged duality
she said no way, now ain’t that a shame
I said but I’m a rich man, you know a star
my name’s famous, don’t you know who I am
she said go find a crack ho in the nearest bar
someday you’ll say she was your Viet Nam
I’m trying the immigrants now on number three
can’t deny what I said both on and off the bus
now more than a dozen accusers are after me
my evangelical base says no reason to fuss
I advise voters to pay no attention, just screw it
you know for sure, believe me, “only I can do it.”

On A Tweet That Uses The Word Sad

Among the daily tweets sent out from my WH dump
as a computer screen fills my puerilistic policy planner
in my solitude, late evenings, in early morning hours
imprisoned in my small dumpy White House tower
repetition rules repeated very little reception to learning
twaddling stuff I’m still tough on the greens in the rough
circular logic around collusion sadness part of my illusion
the kids are doing their part delusion digs deep in my heart
again facing the atavistic avenue towards Penn’s Woods
pushing legislation with Sisyphus up the Capitoline Hill
Wall Street banks my new billions and other ill gotten goods
I have yet to be satiated needing more for my stomach to fill
all alone at home with my cell phone or fingering my pad
belittling and fiddling while America burns I’m alone and sad.