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By
Darrell Petska
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Donald Trump Donald Trump
everywhere I turn, Donald Trump.
I’d rather have the mumps
than all these Donald Trumps.
Donald Trump rides a horse
half of which can’t stand him.
Without so much as As-salamu alaykum,
they’d send him sprawling into gorse.
Among tough hombres
Schwarzenegger has cojones.
Donald Trump’s no Terminator.
Hands too loose? Maybe satyr.
Donald Trump’s hair trigger
has no equal on Twitter.
So please please use it
to fire Scott Pruitt.
All humans bleed red.
Donald Trump bleeds red.
So does a pig, a donkey, a rat.
That’s all I have to say about that.
Speak softly? The Donald simply can’t.
Big stick? Regarding that he loves to rant,
gadding about Mar-a-Lago’s links
and swinging it till Chairman Kim blinks.
Donald Trump’s a bad necktie
strangling truth and justice.
Come on, Russia. Fire the guy!
It’s too much to expect of Congress.
Bubbles
As bombs fall
and bullets fly
and life escapes bodies
in little bubbles of despair
which the bored gods
with their razor-sharp nails
lackadaisically pop
as they rise from the
ever-churning bubble machine
their minions maintain on Earth—
most ascend untouched,
merging with stars
whose glows we assign
to our departed dears,
recalling the myriad ways
their eyes shining with
light reflected love.
Darrell Petska
Darrell Petska’s writing has appeared in Mobius: The Journal of Social Change, Chiron Review, Whirlwind, Star 82 Review, Outcast Poetry, The Missing Slate, and elsewhere (see conservancies.wordpress.com). Darrell worked for many years as communications editor at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, leaving finally to focus on his own writing and his family. He lives in Middleton, Wisconsin.
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