Trump - Their King’s Touch

 

He’s a pig eyed, ham headed brute

Shoehorned into a cartoon character suit

Long phallic tie,

A compensatory lie, 

A ham fisted, 

Ham acting

King 

Of the MAGA sty.

Over seventy million Americans 

Will make their mark 

Beside his trademark, fooled twice, 

The mark of the mark, 

Blood in the water 

For this dead eyed shark.

The high priest of grievance, 

An unholy allegiance 

With the peddlers of bastardised faith,

Driving the greed machine 

Crashing through the Anthropocene,

A fossil fuelled end of days wraith

More a symptom than a man

The phlegm of the infection

Pick your forced card, 

Call it divine intervention.

And over seventy million Americans 

Will make their mark beside his name

Bluffed by his fortune

Aroused by his fame

Outsource their bullying

Let him take the blame 

Averting their eyes

From their emperor’s naked shame.

The marks and their con

The gang and their don

The red capped, red pilled 

Red white and gammon

A nation creating itself in the image of Elvis

A nation 

A casino

The wager of Job

A nation

A fiasco

The dealer is the mob

And over seventy million Americans 

Will make their mark 

Beside his trademark, 

Believing 

Their King’s touch

Will cure them 

Of what ails them.

Parkstreet

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