"We All Heard Right," A Poetry Post

This country is
a mess.

Nobody's winning.

I'm going to
make America
great again by
running out
all of the
Mexicans.

I'm going to
make America
great again by
keeping out
Muslim
immigrants.

I'm going to
make America
great again by
abandoning
decades-old
alliances.

I will require
payment for my
protection.

I'm going to
make America
great again by
short-paying our
international loans.

I'm going to
make America
great again by
deregulating
the common man's
workplace.

I'm going to
prove that
the abuse of a
rich man's privileges is
smart, not
predatory.

I'm going to
run the bastards--
all the poor people,
all the rich people,
all the locals,
all the foreigners,
all the churches,
all the generals,
all the judges,
all the longstanding politicians--
I'm going to
run the bastards
out.

Only I
know
enough about
abusing the
tax laws
to fix them.

Only I
am rich enough
to grab
whatever
my
hands
desire.

Only I
have the right
to cover up
my past sins
with smiles and
sheepish references to
back room talk and
old boys' locker room chats.

I'm the man you need
to make you great.

If you don't believe me,
you're an idiotic poll fixer,
an ineffective party leader,
a wound-up woman menstruating,
a victim silenced by religion,
a crooked, no good, corrupt politician,
an ugly girl crying wolf,
a retarded man without a memory,
a fat pig without self control,
a government ploy to derail my candidacy,
a biased media hack.

If you don't believe me,
you don't understand
greatness.

-T. D. James-Moss