Time to resist
Seems the chump monkey
Has done every goddamn nightmare scenario
How many times were you fucking trumpkins
Warned from the get go
One big D.C. Groupfuck
All that woman hating honky cock
Half the senate bowing down
Selling out American pride
Bend down Senator and open wide
For a taste of prezzie cock
Pump it harder your two yes boys can’t get enough
while they sell the rest of us out
Pump and swallow Mitch McConnell
Pump and swallow Paul Ryan
You’re only good for cocksucking and lying
Traitors one and all
Fuck every goddamn one
Impeach the baboon and then what we got?
Commander Pence left to play god
Or maybe that’s what the fascists wanted all along
Let the baboon play awhile until they take charge
I ask and implore
To all those Americans who checked this chumps coat at the door
Who believed in an ugly America
A filthy America
A place of wealth ruled by scum
What now traitors?
You’re just as fucking guilty
I felt today the immensity of the Gods. That Donald fucking Trump, his bimbette daughter/wife, his creepy clown faced sons, and the rest of the fool’s brigade currently heading our government are minuscule next to the power of the Gods.
What is a measly Trump in comparison to the awesome sovereign giver the Morrigan?
What is a measly Trump next to the ancient wisdom of Holle?
What is a measly Trump up against the great Calleich?
What is a measly Trump pitted against the wisdom of the Allfather?
What is a measly Trump against the ferocity of Kali?
What is a measly Trump against the endless ageless great Gods from every pantheon??
Our own little Romanov
Apple of daddy’s eye
The imperial buffoon
Ruling over the pigs in the sty
We mustn’t criticize his children they say
Well the bimbo’s official now
And the judge’s gavel rings-
I feel a terrible lethargy and restlessness. There are many things I should be doing from the magical to the mundane (taxes, housework) and I find myself hamstrung by a sense of creeping dread.
I was determined to have a good day today. I buried the world’s worries and spent the day with my wonderful husband. I tried not to think of what I should be doing, tried not to think of Trump, tried not to think of the insane machinations of my ex husband, and today I just decided to simply be. It felt good.
Tomorrow, back to the fight.
Today America died
Got a big come shot in the eye
And ringling brothers may have left town
But I think they forgot their best clown
And he’s taken the Oval Office seat.
Is this the big whimper Eliot warned us of?
And who knew that a common clown with enough fast cash
Could get a trophy wife
And sell his snake oil throughout our land
And what of this joke
Marionette pulled by unknown strings
Perhaps he’s the Fool
And the real enemies are those who gave the loudest cheers
Your neighbors, your pastor, family members and those you counted as friends.
What does his victory say about them?
Which one to trust?
Which one hates the Muslims?
Or those goddamned fags?
Which one says black lives don’t matter
Which ones say this is a CHRISTIAN NATION?
Who, pray tell, is to blame?
Who, pray tell, is the real enemy?
That’s the least of our worries
Instead we have a fake man
Masquerading as a human being
A mechanical man child
Malfunctioning on live t.v.
For the children of America: little ones I am sorry
For the children of the world: I begin to weep, for surely your lives will be destroyed
Because of the actions of this
That has wedged itself into America’s teeth
We are a lost cause
SOS and in distress
So I implore the straw man
This FAKE thing
Masquering as a man
Do us a favor and disconnect yourself
There’s at least some honor in that.