AS THE PENDULUM SWINGS TRUMP CHOO CHOO TRAIN

poem by: Kenvil Atkins
Written on Oct 25, 2024

AS THE PENDULUM SWINGS TRUMP CHOO CHOO TRAIN
The Republican Party! Has everything to gain through Donald Trump.
A call to arms! Donald needs your vote, you who has been left to be dumped.
Donald Trump will do what Republicans always wanted to do! But lack the guts.
Viva Senior Trump! You do know something the masses did not know, no fuss.
No opposition to Donald as president! as long as he remains true to America.
Is there a man dismayed, I think not! Republicans don’t reason why heartily.
There is much to be done! To update and to correct for national satisfaction.
What you will get from only one candidate! is the comprehensibility of Trump.
Vote Trump vote sensibility! A vote for Trump is a vote for true independence.
Why wait until the last minute mate? Voting is a privilege a thing you were denied.
In conclusion! the winner takes all, Give Republicans the House and Senate now.
Paint the town red! Don’t dread plenty of loose unsupported talk, do it one and all.
But if he should fall no problem! He is rich, his back has always been against the wall.
You too can change that for Donald! with one phone call or a simple vote for Donald.
The pendulum is in motion! Donald Trump's devotion to the country is paramount.
In Donald what you see is what you get! His default is not hidden in masking words.
All onboard the Donald choo, choo, train! to the Whitehouse it's gonna be spectacular.
And let the firing begin you fired! Too many cooks spoil the broth one general is all we need. 

Into The Mist poetry Volume 9. Donald Choo Choo Train
Kenvil Atkins Lewis poet for Timeless Poetry and Short Stories / Raw Energy

 

Tags: Metaphor, Encouraging, Imagery, Wishful,

 

 

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