Robert Cooperman- A Poem

Trump Goes on the Attack: a Campaign Rally

That’s it, hold that greasy Mexican coward,

yelling I’m a bigot.  Hold still, spic,

this’ll hurt you a lot more than it will me.

What, can’t take a punch?  Cry like a baby

from a kick to your itty bitty wee-wee?

Don’t like my wingtips stomping your head?

What, you can’t get up?  Can’t take it, can you?

Just dish out insults to a hero who can buy

and sell you a billion times over, every day.

Hey, how’s that for a left-right combo?

Would’ve made Ali proud, though he’s a Muslim

so naturally he hates everything America

stands for; first thing I do is deport his sorry ass

back to Africa.  Damn, this thug puked and bled all over

my custom-made shirt.  Go through his pockets,

gimme his wallet, he’s gonna pay for this.

Now hoist him into that alleyway Dumpster.

Thanks for the applause, folks, just doing my patriotic duty.