Poems
by Tony
Dawson
Abecedarian Trump
America is going into recession
Because the Orange Oaf is suffering from
Cognitive decline among his other ills. In fact,
Donny’s mind has gone completely AWOL.
Elon was briefly Donny’s BF as Epstein once was.
Fraud is the administration’s strongest suit, along with
Grifting in general by the Grifter-in-General.
Harvard, meanwhile, has invited the President to do one.
Iffy is the politest word that describes Donny’s knowledge of economics
Justice is going by the board rather than by the book because
King is one of the titles Donny covets. In the meantime,
Loomer looms nearer. She must have no sense of smell, whereas
Melania needs a peg for her nose if she gets close to Donny.
Nonentities fill the cabinet with their incompetence and cruelty.
Odours pervade the Oval Office. This can’t be emphasised enough.
Project 2025 planned the far-right remodelling of federal government.
Queers and other LGBT+ citizens are being harassed.
RFK Junior has ushered in measles while he looks to revive other diseases.
Shitty is the miasma that hangs around Donny Diaper.
Tariffs are killing off trade with America and crashing the markets.
Ursula von der Leyen in Europe has got Donny’s number…
Vance the vicious saw off Pope Francis and became a meme.
Waltz was bounced out of national security into a sinecure as UN Ambassador.
X is Elon’s megaphone of disinformation.
YMCA is MAGA’s number one tune.
ZZZZZ reverberate as Donny dozes off in court or at the Pope’s funeral.
The Sun King
Donny sees himself as America’s Sun King.
The title has a satisfyingly North Korean
ring to it, which he thinks is a good thing.
The French Sun King was number XIV,
digitally the same as the American Pope
Leo XIV, which is obviously a sign!
And not to be confused with a Signal,
like when Hegseth included Goldberg
in a group chat. Mind you anyone
with gold in his name can’t be all bad
as far as Midas Donny is concerned.
After the deluge of Executive Orders
and scattergun retribution and revenge,
it appears that the Sun King is already
setting in an orange blur as he sinks
below the horizon of popularity,
varnished, tarnished and burnt out
because it has sunk in with the public
that he is more tinsel and gilt than gold.
His second term in the off-White House
and the tackily gilded Oval Office
has, politically and economically
been akin to a drive-by shooting,
his bullets taking the form of tariffs
against foreign countries perceived
as enemies by the Sun King
but his biggest worry is the enema within
that gives him his characteristic odour.
