TRUMP: A POEM

by Leo Yankevich

He was our boy back in '16,

but then he tomahawked Assad.

Now, cucked, we want to vent our spleen

at this man who is just a bawd.

Putin is his pal no more,

China his grinning faithful friend,

suggests a troll can be a whore,

that Trumpster knows well how to bend.

Now his armada will return

with tail between its mighty legs.

Donny’s learned that nukes can burn.

He should have asked the vets in rags.


You can read more of Yankevich's poetry in 
Journey Late at Night: Poems & Translations