Trumpeting, he trumped and triumphed…
Did he, has he?
Thumping his way forward,
Jumping through the hoops of word and phrase,
Razing those that blocked his ways,
He dazed the lot.
Crazed, ablaze – or not. But hot,
He took a stand
But didn’t seem to understand (and may not still)
That energy attracts a gangland:
Thinking not that crowds could form,
A swarming army,
Become a throbbing, clobbering or bombing mob:
Young we heard,
You can’t take back the caustic word
Once in the air it’s there!
So rather than lie down
Drawing to themselves an anger,
And monies that he’s vowed to earn
Will burn in costs for crowd control, police patrol.
The day that Trump was voted in
May not, in fact become a win -
For reasons manifold and sundry.
from The Bride of Frankenstein