The Donald

Whaa!? Sniff the way the wind doth blow, 'the brasses man', wot never served a day...fleshing out, the highest postings in the land, with Generals, and 'Sachs of shat'. It makes no sense at all, and yet...it does, mayhap, if 'we be go'n to war!'

These...ALL, most serious men, but 'one thing' on their mind...TO WIN! To win the purse, and steer 'the hearse', and take back...what was damned! I have a question, though...Why 'Transportation's' Chinese, and 'Education's' mercenary, and 'why a climate skeptic' at the head of EPA, as if, ye cannot see, wot wind be blow'n up yer ass...freez'n us and heat'n us to death, that 'much has gone astray'? How 'skeptic' can ye be?

To all 'the rest'...we wait and see, I guess, 'as if', we had a solitary thing, to say! The Donald do, what Donald do. His 'nephews' mess about the House, stirring up the wrath! That 'dingy duck', at last, talking out 'both corners of his mouth...his 'choices', poised...to kick some ass. Rock and Roll, amigo's and amiga's. Do I feel 'a draft'? Oh! It's just a fan...'everything's cool!'


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: Donald Duck, world war 2