When He Makes The Rounds, The Lunatics Jump Poem by Alexander Shaumyan

When he makes the rounds, the lunatics jump,
Curse, rant, fume in horror and rave,
Yelling f*ck you at President Trump,
While he walks out undaunted and brave.

They tie him to racism, the Nazis, the clan,
They try every trick in the book-
That Russian colluder, that callous old man
Who dissed gold star parents turned crooks.

But he laughs it off and takes it in stride-
The whackos who try every smear
From grabbing a pussy to a nuclear war-
Whatever brings out most fear.

His business dealings, his children, his wife-
They comment on his mental health-
And if that fails, they'll make up new lies
And question his morals and wealth.

Whenever I see it, it brings back a smile-
He will not kiss anyone's ass
And tells them to shove it with candor and style
Until they run out of gas.

The Harvey Weinsteins had f*cked Hollywood
And kept the press silent for years,
And Bill f*cked an intern, and raped maybe two-
Those Democrat men of the year.

I don't watch the news, for I've had enough
Of the bullshit Obama once spoke-
But while they smear and pillory Trump-
They end up the butt of the joke.


October 23,2014