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To the editor:
He counted his chickens before they hatched.
His followers trusted his lies.
He went to his safehouse and from there he watched.
Not caring who lives or who dies.
He should be in prison, not running for POTUS.
I guess we all need a reminder.
Women are now chattle because of his SCOTUS.
Need more? Let me read from my binder.
He told us, "Drink poison, scoff masks, breathe the air."
He told us we'd come to no harm.
He jeered at vaccines from his hospital chair,
Once he'd been shot in the arm.
His charity false, his university faux,
Faked wealth, faked hair, faked tan.
There's only one truth about Trump we all know:
If he's talking, he's lying again.
He wore his long ties and his ill-fitting suits,
As he kowtowed to Kim, Vlad and Salman.
He sent them his daughter and in-law in cahoots,
To collect loot from their nations in famine.
He tweeted his lies and he raged with disdain,
As he scarfed his fried chicken and burgers.
He mocked our brave soldiers, good men like McCain,
As he shirked his debts to trusting workers.
He called racists "good people," said that he'd pay
If anyone punched a reporter.
He called Mexicans "vermin," called himself "most pro-gay"
As his VP called gay a disorder.
He instructed our army to openly strike
Americans peacefully massed
In non-violent protest of his deplorable reich.
For his glory he had them teargassed.
He says that the Bible is his favorite book,
And the anthem is his favorite song.
Yet he can't quote a verse without taking a look,
And he sang our own anthem all wrong.
His wall didn't work, and his wife hates his guts,
And his speeches are rambling nonsense.
He's hocking cheap shoes, and his website's gone bust,
Yet the media hangs on his comments.
"He's not an insider. He says what he means.
He's not just a 'pol' or a 'pleaser.'"
Well, it's true that in politics he isn't too keen,
And guess what - he's no "businessman" either.
Woman grabber! A doof with a glass drinking water.
And oh yeah, Russia has peepee tapes.
Epstein's pal! Pageant peeper who lusts for his daughter.
Let's not even mention the rapes!
For four years he weakened our standing abroad,
He made hatred a virtue, and then …
He stole national secrets which he then tried to horde,
And you want to elect that again?
He's zero-for-two with two jury trials down,
As ahead there's more jury selection.
Impeached twice as well; and remember, this clown
Never once won a popular election.
His name is a joke now, his party in ruin.
Just what is the GOP thinkin'?
A confederacy of dunces, much less than a union.
So much for the party of Lincoln.
He snores as his peers sit and judge all his wrongs.
His misdeeds and sins mass-produced.
With luck he'll soon be where he truly belongs.
His chickens have come home to roost.
J. David Core
Toronto