TICK TOCK ALL ABOARD THE TRUMP EXPRESS
TICK TOCK ALL ABOARD THE TRUMP EXPRESS
The clock is ticking is Trump winning? Democrats are hitting the ceiling.
The media is tough, but Donald is rough, some people are quite willing.
A Pity he is not she! just imagine, the ratings he would be killing.
I am for making history! it's a mystery that Miss Vice President, Biden did it all
Don’t fall for false promises, it’s just a Russ slide show done with mirrors.
I fail to see reliance; my mind is still quite a blur! forgetting who to vote for.
Verse Two
No, she was gesturing! This poem is about who has done what or did nothing at all.
Donald’s fame is like racking, playing his game, and is quite a sticky wicket.
All the King's horses, and all the King's men, secretly wish to serve Trump again.
Openly some may disdain them, but who is to be blamed, he has no hidden remains.
Trump never has! and never will rule, but through trials and blunders, no wonder.
Now the new nominee! is rushing before us, will she make us proud or drown us?
Verse Three
Surely! We will be ruled by law, she knows it all I am sure, with electrical excitement.
Will her policy be an open door? or will the majority ask for more, yes behind doors?
Is that why some are pulling out? is our candidate just not bright? enough to fight right.
It’s too late to wonder if there is no other. did Biden miss someone on the floor?
If so, all is not well in the Democrat tent! can you tell, by looking beyond pretentious
Just Close your eyes, and then decide, is it just that simple gal before us, and who else?
A few good men and women, right here in America! who gave them the right to choose?
Into The Mist Poetry Vol 9. Of Raw Energy
Kenvil Atkins Lewis/poet for Timeless Poetry Series
