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No pity for the fool
Thoughts During a Fall from an Imaginary Wall
“Mr. Putin help me build that wall.”
—a Pres. Reagan inspired tweet deleted from 45’s daily doofus dreamscape of dribble.
Of course, I can’t accept my nickname ‘Trumpty Dumpty’
or those opposed to my border wall which really pumped me
I’m 25% through my electoral college presidential term
still the promised southern border wall plans are not firm.
To make matters worse I’m losing many chief horses and
lots of Trumpery men who after a presidential wall fall
could help put me back together and start all over again.
Then my fellow base voters there is that troublesome
FBI and DOJ who just won’t listen and do it my way.
I can’t get it right with DACA or thousands of Dreamers
at my rallies I still encourage, “Throw her out!” screamers.
‘I’m smart, a real genius’ more popular than folk tale creatures
a star, my girlfriends and wife appear in bigly photo features.
So even though I’m failing miserably and falling off the wall
I remain ignorant and obstinate about its construction above all.
No Pity for the Fool in Rule
Update on a poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Pity the nation where people bow down & right wingers praise them.
Pity the country whose leader was elected by the electoral college
and was fined more than $25 million for his fake Trump University.
“I pity the poor immigrant who tramples in the mud.”- B. Dylan
then DJT slams the country’s open door to Dreamers with a thud.
Pity those slain in schools, churches, theaters, and public malls
with bullets from AR15s and assault rifles bouncing off walls.
Pity the base that refuses to believe the truth about the man they
hold dear and the rest who put up with him during the past year.
Pity the hard working people in the DOJ and FBI who get insulted
and put down by DJT no matter how hard they work and try.
Self-pity gets us nowhere, take some action today but have some
pity for your fellow citizens and for the world at large, all of us.
Pity those dedicated government workers thrown under the bus.
My country, fear for thee, sour land of tweets unplanned and off
the cuff strategy, in the lamentable land of Trumpty Dumpty, DJT.
