Donald Trump

Mr. Donald Trump.
For seven years and many more than that.
Donald Trump presided over his own ability,
To attract the media to keep them trapped.
Some who knew him well, if any at all.
Referred to him as 'The Donald'.
One thought to be,
A narcissistic egoistic man.
Misunderstood to understand.

Mr. Trump commanded as if,
He knew one day...
He would abd did become notorious.
An historic figure to remain that way to stay.
One capable to fly higher a kite to rise.
Shocking to surprise,
Even disbelievers.
Who came to admire such a guy like this.

And to this very day,
June 13th in the year of 2023.
May by many despise his bold,
And blatant 'in your face activities'.
No one will never comprehend,
Or him to really know...
Why a man who had everything to have,
Delivered to pick with a lifting of fingertips.
Chose only to be known and it shown,
Only he alone...
Took control to maneuver,
His own golden ship.
Towards a mountain of rocks.
With a doing no one was able to stop.
Whether to do this intentionally or not.
Some claim for fame this was done.
Others say for a name never to forget.

But never,
Will there be ever a political leader...
To obtain a place in American History.
Whose rise to heights.
With power over minds kept hypnotized.
For years and decades to come remembered.
As one,
Capable to receive attention...
From millions of people.
Left enchanted into ecstacy.
By him doing nothing else 'realistically'.
But remaining controversial..
And that to achieve entertainers need.

To be talked about to follow on a daily basis.

With a doing done to stay,
A notorious figure as if worshipped to praise.
For being a maverick.
Not understood to understand,
Neither the reason or rhyme to explain...
Just how and WHY?
A man like this,
Becoming idolized.
And defended for what HE did BUT not do.
That is miraculous. Unprecedented.

Yet Mr Donald Trump,
Flew his own kite to rise so high.
Leaving eyes brought to tears.
Denying what their ears heard to hear.
Then cheered to support him enthusiastically.
While he appears to become,
The only 'former' president...
The citizens of this country has ever known,
Witnessed to see...
Arrested for crimes committed.
Listed from A to Z.
With evidence and proof of it disbelieved.
Believe it or not this is truth as is to be.

And he, Mr. Donald Trump,
Will stay to remain notorious...
For activities to deceive even disbelievers.

Done to habitually lie about his innocence.
With endorsements given to support this.
Of what he did successfully to accomplish.
With his followers fictioned to delude...
An image flawed ignoring,
Themselves to have been betrayed.
Although portrayed to be a saint.

Although, however and yet...
His ability as a leader,
Will become regarded...
As the best leader there ever was historically!

And this fable, of course,
Will be continued to tell it told.
With wings and a halo adorning his head.
Is already being prepared to reminisce,
Their leader who attempted...
Yet instead receiving an abundance,
Of embarrassing humiliation.
And this,
His devoted, loving and admiring followers...
Will protest against for the rest of their lives!

He's a thief, a criminal.
One who deceives and frauds.
And disobeys rules; constitutional laws.
As if above others.

'Here we go again,
With your imagined exaggerations.
Who does not know,
Everyone is innocent until...well,
Evidence produced finds them guilty.
If the evidence and proof of it,
Can be believed.
And we all know by now,
The only proof produced is determined...
By who makes to create,
The taste of the pudding.'

Have you ever wondered why, Jesus wept?

I have no clue.
But I do know this...
From my own point of view.
Pound cake with lemon frosting?
No one can refuse the delicious taste of it!
And Jesus would not have wept at all.
If he took a bite of it.
Not out of a box but homemade.
From scratch.'

I'm left with nothing else to say.
You've left me speechless.

I know what you mean.
After I ate the slice I had?
I couldn't say a word about anything.
Even if I intended it to do.'

You and I float in different boats.

'Keep looking out for the rocks.
These days one never knows,
Who is watching from above.'
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Written on June 13, 2023

Submitted by lpahtillah on June 13, 2023

4:31 min read

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