Happy New Year, Mr. Trump

By hudsonmoon

Sat, 07 Jan 2017
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Happy New Year, Mr. Trump

The year that just passed
had a lot of damn nerve
it severed relations
threw us a curve
blistered a nation
no true purpose served

god, what a fuggin’ disaster

bad politicking
has run the world down
let’s lift it up
turn it around
a shame what has happened
a crime if ignored
so worn and worried
I don’t sleep anymore

god, what a fuggin’ disaster

speakin’ of god
where in hell are you?
can’t you step in and
go ‘boogedy boo!'
you sure showed your stuff
back in tho ol’ bible days
feelin’ nostalgic
for your ol’ smiting ways

god, what a fugging disaster

 

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Comments

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Good mixture of despair and hope here. Very real and I like the slangy speech, gives the image of the ordinary Joe ...

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Glad you liked, Elsie. Still numb from the election. Gotta sing louder than the guns, as Phil Ockhs once said.

Rich x

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

I'd definitely welcome a spot of smiting! I'm holding onto what Ghandi said about tyrants. Not that we should be complacent though. I enjoyed reading this.smiley

 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

A good serving of smite would suit me just fine, catherine. Thanks for reading. 

Rich