Luis M. Luque is still struggling to finish his first novel. He served as a U.S. Navy mass communications specialist for 20 years and now works as a writer-editor. He is also a 2010 graduate of the Stonecoast MFA program. He and his wife, Vera, live in Newnan, Georgia.
He talks of polls, and building walls
He’s got a vicious stare…
He insults everyone on earth
But wears his suits with flair
He sports an orange spray tan
And carefully combs his hair
I’ve even heard him insult ol’ Mitt Romney
He’s always great with comebacks
And his penitence is fake
He fights with nearly everyone
E’en popes his anger take
I hate to have to say it,
But it’s true for Reagan’s sake
The Donald will soon destroy the party
I’d like to say a word on his behalf
The Donald makes me … laugh
Many a thing you know you’d like to tell him
Many a thing he ought to understand
But how does he make them pay
A tribute to the KKK?
How does he make them raise up all
When I listen I’m confused
Out of focus and bemused
And I never know exactly where I am
Unpredictable as weather
He’s as flighty as a feather
He’s a darling! He’s a demon!
A con man!
How do you solve a problem like The Donald?
How do you catch the crowd and pin it down?
How do you find a word that means The Donald?
A yuuuge narcissist! A vile racist! A clown!
Oh, how do you solve a problem like The Donald?
How do you make the voters understand?
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