Number forty seven - White House occupant against all odds...

regarding President elect
Donald John Trump.

As a cruel joke to self,
I imagined myself as a Republican
for that one glorious day
voting for the candidate
who clinched the nomination
as our next commander in chief

and still reeling in the heady years
when said unnamed person
graced the covers
of countless magazines,
(especially those hard copy publications
with a politically right bent),
and electronic mass media platforms
when one felt proud
being the sole pachyderm in the room.

Within mein hermitage

now dwells one
disheveled miserable
troglodyte with a pet gecko,
who wept a tearful river of joy

upon hearing unbelievable news,
(about a lucky man with panache,
whose ghost writer wannabe
yours truly would relish),

albeit at snail's pace schlepped

finally proclamation emancipation

gave reasonable rhyme
yours truly to ejaculate

not prematurely,
subsequently I leapt
out the window
without a parachute
of penthouse suite apartment

into the air, and kept

myself aloft completing

one after another sumersault,
flapping vestigial wings
at the speed of sound and except

for minor nuisance of gravity,

nevertheless landed feet first and crept

a secret portal
back into mine man cave adept

to survive alone
in the wilderness
with pointers
from the late Dick Proenekke.

Two hundred and ninety five electoral votes

in layman's terms 72,600,307 votes (50.9%)
tallied across country,

gave ample reason
to do the hustle videlicet
grinding hips and bump
with the missus
decked out as Wilma Flintstone

after Trump declared victory
in a brief trunk hated speech,
an excerpt taken
quoting his exact words

at the Palm Beach
convention center in Florida.

"I’ll be fighting for you, and with every breath in my body,” Trump told supporters who had gathered at Palm Beach County Convention Center to cheer him on. “I will not rest until we deliver the strong, safe and prosperous America that our children deserve and that you deserve.”

Admirable, (yet reviled)
teetotaler contender
who hailed from Queens
orating at above named venue
finally plopped and fizzed out,
whose non verbal
body language issued relief,
thus spoke volumes

after Kamala Harris formerly
deprecated, implicated, and prosecuted

adequately bad mouthed
to curry distasteful impression
of freshly minted sexagenarian

fêted after his unrigged win
analogous to reeling
once in a lifetime
catch of the day
hook line, and sinker
anchored courtesy Taj Mahal replica

nearly bankrupted him
into dustbin of history

good ciao electorate voted in

lovable loutish oaf,
which four years ago
majority of voters chose to dump

best mandated to cavort
with zoot suited frump

on any given Wednesday
available to hump

rotund barenaked lady merging

into humongous protoplasmic lump.

Despite being caught
red handed concerning

more'n where's the beef

burnished braggadocio brilliantly
stole 2016 election

under nose of Hillary Clinton

abused role, when tasked

as commander in chief,
nevertheless touted with bravado

courtesy totalitarian zealots
across the webbed wide world

good ole Charlie Brown nemesis

deportation apologist
causing nothing but good grief,

hence yours truly quite elated

upon occasion when figurative new leaf

turned over and booted out

as more daring than Baghdad thief.

Hit the ground running

with nary a second to waste

Donald Trump, when
Mike Pence and company at the helm

blindsided proving their steely eyed mettle

despite victory lap Democrats did taste

ushered in COVID-19 game plan

bolstering pandemic defences,

where prior administration sorely misplaced

priorities United States Lady Liberty

wantonly, undeservedly, subsequently

her reputation disgraced.

Hope springs eternal -
ah tis amazing grace

yours truly suddenly
brimming with optimism

able bodied diverse cabinet to erase

formerly inept sycophants
with intentions base

running amok within White House

at long last competent
candidate won the race,

this tatterdemalion doth welcome
ye back Donald Trump,
no matter pulled off disappearing act
at Mar-A-Lago without a trace

sore loser teed off absent American

delivering his humiliating
defeat coup de grâce.

Adieu after presenting façade
gussied poetic opinion editorial
donning guise as antithetical braying donkey

failing miserably to convince readers
without the help of “artificial intelligence”
I cannot succeed generating “fake news”

dressed up as a senseless rhyme.