RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: DONALD TRUMP
Too Much
We used to wonder why they showed him so much
Now we wonder why they show him so little
The man is desperately out of touch
Like a hoedown without a fiddle
If it wasn’t so critical he’d have my pity
He is rapidly losing his mind
In every town and every city
His simple reasoning is hard to find
The world is balanced on the edge of a cliff
It is barreling swiftly out of control
We dare not ask what would happen if
It was up to a man who is not whole
We have watched him unravel over the years
We have seen the decline of his brain
We must acknowledge our darkest fears
Before our nation goes down the drain
We know it will happen to the best of us
It can be hard for us to accept
But the time will come as come it must
To understand he’s beyond his depth
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