10,000 POEMS – Posted freshly most days
Ms. Stormy Daniels
you’ve raised a tempest –
not quite Shakespearian
but that of a temptress
A swellhead scorned
is a dangerous thing –
but once he’s made POTUS
he’ll act like a king
Rumble thy bellyful!
Spit, fire! Spout, rain!
Much like Shakespeare
he’ll end with exclaims
Poor naked wretches
whereso’er you are
That bide the pelting
of this pitiless storm
It’s the laziest retreat in US history,
that of the bought into a sold misery,
to remove from accord with everything to lose,
an old battle plan of an oiled-up whore:
Sat at his desk, fingering fat contracts,
letting frackers suck dry our one planet,
because the POTUS doesn’t give a jack,
he’ll f*ck us all with this one man act.
Covfefe gets coverage
and Trumpf is berated,
tweeted from his iPhone
which had been confiscated:
He had rang up Melania
from his POTUS bed,
‘How do you spell ‘coverage’?’
Her reply he mis-heard..
‘Ka-Oh-va..
fff-ee-fff-eee..’
POTUS sounded the letters,
quite carefully,
but pressed ‘Tweet’ too quick
(with his very small fingers) –
covfefe hung there,
like a bad fart it lingers.
MIKE BELL | 10,000 Poems 