Trump’s latest guests, somewhere in the logs,
Mocking a recent opponent. Guess who!
Another controversy, another clog.
Would they do this to Melania too?
In 2012, something similar came about.
This behavior is wrong. Yet their guide,
Trump himself, let them go all-out, throughout.
Will Spicey be insensitive, or just hide?
What’d they eat? Baked Alaska, of course.
Palin can see Russia from Alaska,
Maybe Trump’s advisors met there, and outsourced.
Keep watching ’em (this time, try Nebraska)!
It’s time for you to stand up and listen.
Condemn this awfulness, that’s your mission.


A new shield of secrecy for the US:
Logs of the flume of White House traffic
Will be kept secret. Bush hid his guests,
Trump tweeted in contradiction.  Classic.
Is the Trump era about secrecy?
Where are the tax returns, the proof of claims?
Tweets mean little, Trump, at your frequency.
Give facts to us and terminate your games.
Transparency can’t be weighed against cost.
$70,000 is chump change, chump!
To save money, cease your golfing fast.
While you see children play hide-and-seek
Childish leaders seek to hide and reap.


Lobs criticism at his own employer.
The boss subpoenas Twitter: name the threat!
The company files suit: combat by lawyer!
Despite its being a bastion of free speech,
The ACLU cries “constitutional breach,”
Though Trump’s indifferent; his hotels are “great!”
An insult comic needs a microphone,
And petty tyrants must issue their screeds;
A country’s id will find its written home,
And work’s disgruntled grunts must vent their spleen.
But while the soapbox takes man at his word,
We live by platforms, and die by the sword.



At yet another reporter’s behest,
Trump, yet again, is unsure what to do.
And while a curious reporter requests,
Veep realizes the President’s mistake—phew!
It’s evident on tape: order remains.
What would his reply be?  “I had no pen”?
Would Trump find blame for Democrats, again?
Or will “fake news media” be to blame?
What else will bungling White House acts not do?
That story about the wiretap is phony.
Don’t deny it, climate change is real, bro.
Chlorpyrifos is dangerous, Scotty.
Someone needs to start listening to facts,
Otherwise, there’ll be no turning back.


One tweet from before the fail, one after
Distracting from the legislative slump;
While we wait for what happens hereafter,
We recount the inventory of Trump.
Ivanka’s clan escapes certain disaster,
To Aspen’s slopes, and her father’s dismay.
For Trump, repeal too arduous a task;
ACA lives to see another day.
The unprecedented demagogue speaks
Words of assurance to the populace;
He assures them of his big plans, in tweets.
There is no bottom to his pompousness.
He’s claims they’re strides to come, these grave missteps,
As dissenters berate him as inept.


As Trump attempts to subvert government,
An immane barrier precedes the arts,
Environment. He barely pays the rent
On people’s interest in the national parks.
He narrows our lens to see the future:
America first—in illiteracy.
At his dethroning, we’ll require a suture–
To sew the wounds of torn democracy.
As cultural endowments, conservation
Are curtly nixed in favor of a wall,
The trumpeting brute gives a demonstration
Of where his main priorities will fall.
He means to smother cultural expression
As a new means of our abject repression.


“You’re fired,” Trump declared, with certain pomp,
And 46 attorneys then resigned
Including those to probity inclined.
Is this what Donald meant by “drain the swamp”?
We do not hear his reasons, not by tweet,
Though usually he shares his full subconscious;
Perhaps he’s finally listening to Congress
Who’ve warned that he must not his tweets delete.
The trouble with our new incumbent man
Is not quite that we don’t know his true motives
Nor even that he didn’t win the voters,
But that he doesn’t ever have a plan.
And if his mind, if mind, we’ll never know,
There’s just no telling where this term will go.


Just yesterday, a predecessor framed:
Trump tried the notion that his phone was tapped.
His finances are secret yet, for shame,
But not his crackpot slander via app.
Obama’s standard-bearer shouted, “False!”
Trump’s aides denied concurrence with his claim.
And, wielding typo-riddled tweets, Trump waltzed
Right on, to make a federal case—insane!
The waxing gyre of fake news cycles spins,
He lobs new propositions sans citation,
Dismisses press with that “You’re fired!” and grins—
The unreality show that is our nation!
And though tweets are not yet state’s evidence,
His fabricated lies spread pestilence.
— OS, NN, JD


The Truth: where does it live now? Twitter? Press?
Can it make “FAKE NEWS” from “illegal leaks
(Which must be true to be illegal)? Stress
Is making Logic, friend to Truth, feel weak.
Next step: to make America so great
Again that we can all be in the room
With Truth, instead of only those who hate
Our immigrants, but hum a Russian tune.
And now we hear the president will skip
The rubber-chicken roast that counts as dinner
For journalists who love a winning quip
That wields the facts against their favorite “winner.”
Trump won’t attend their party–too uncouth;
He’s fairly safe from Humor, with his Truth.


Inherited a mess,” Trump says, for lack
Of competent administrations past.
Unmerited, on press Trump lays attacks,
For pointing out the mess of actions fast.
To question after question, Trump retorted
That he won votes, or doesn’t trust bad news,
And when the facts were to his face reported,
He blamed his staff, who gave him stuff to use.
This “finely tuned machine” has now been blocked
By courts, the voters, and internal leaks.
From “fine” (but fired) Flynn to borders locked,
From this “drained swamp,” an old corruption reeks.
And though the White House never makes mistakes,
From it, the leaks are real, but news is fake.
— OS, NN, JD