Donald’s pulling out all of the stops,
Treating tanks and our troops just like props;
Using taxpayer cash,
He’s subverting this bash
To flex his tyrannical chops.
Trump’s despoiling the 4th; he’s hell-bent
On saluting himself; this event
Is to boost reelection.
He fears our rejection.
Let’s make sure that to prison he’s sent.
Americans gaze at the sky
On a hot, muggy 4th of July,
Watching fireworks flash
At a flag-waving bash.
Others catch forty winks on the sly.
July 2014 Update: My original “line five” back when wrote this in 2010 was:
“A brief respite from life gone awry.”
But I’ve decided that it’s too depressing, so I changed it to:
“Some even pretend that they’re high.”
But a few hours later I changed it yet again to:
“Others catch forty winks on the sly.”
Mad Kane (Madeleine Begun Kane) is a writer, musician, and "recovering lawyer." She won the Robert Benchley Society Award For Humor and enjoys writing limericks, song parodies, and current events haiku.
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