published: 8 /
2 /
2017
Spencer Robertshaw returns with his 'Evidently Spencertown' poetry column and begins with two poems about Donald Trump
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Welcome to Trumpton
There's a new sheriff in town
With golden locks and a botox proof frown
He’s gonna shake things up and show them who's boss
His ranch is built by his profit and your loss
It takes an hour to do his hair
A thatch of golden hue
Several tins of hairspray
And four tubes of glue
He owns towers high and low
That he’s never even paid for
It’s those who built them that know
Bankruptcy he’s made for
He’s gonna build a wall around his land
And chuck those Indians out
Then pay the men with wages of sand
And shoot the ones that shout
He’s bought the finest girl he could find
And puts her on display
She’s been in all those fancy papers
In just her skin she does lay
He wants to bring back the ways of past
Put those thumbscrews on
And something special for those who last
With some waterboarding fun
So be careful what you say
You might just disappear
Them that tell the truth
Don’t fit right with his ear
America goes back in time
To ways that are best forgot
And the worms come out of the woodwork
How many will it cause to be shot?
Humpty Trumpty
Humpty Trumpty built a big wall
Humpty Trumpty get ready for a fall
Why do Mexico have to pay?
There will be blood on those bricks
And bodies will lay