TRUMP’S LAST CARD
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The Old Man was finished.
The leaked Documents from the recently
supressed Final Report of the controversial
CRIMINAL ETHICS & POPULAR PERCEPTION COMMITTEE,
(CEPP) had merely confirmed
what everyone already knew;
Old Man Trump was finished.
Commissioned by Factional Warlords
hoping to set up the opportunity
for a Covert Strike,
the Committee had been
like a busy Team of Corporate White Ants/ The
Research & Development Department, for example,
had drilled down deep
into the Party’s Operational Architecture
& the Structural Integrity of it’s Ideology- in short,
into the very Vaults & Arches upon which
that mighty Ediface of Civic Rectitude
was erected, and in the process
managed to undermine
the entire Structure.
The Final Report was brutal;
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Trump is a Product
it stated,
whose Shelf-Life
is rapidly approaching
it’s Use By Date,/ Non Recyclable
with No Refunds/
Trump is a Toxic Discharge,
a By-Product for which
there are no Carbon Credits.
Trump is a Punch-Drunk Joke
with no Punch Line,
Delivered by Losers
with No Sense of Humour
so they replaced it
with a Sense of Spite instead.
Now they’re reduced
to playing it for Laughs.
So, yeah the Old Man is finished, like we said,
the report concluded,
but he has to be carefully Managed.
He can still spoil things
for the Rest of Us
on his Way Out.
Yes, it’s like one of those ghastly Agatha Christie stories,
about Rich, Dying Old Misers refusing to Die,
lingering on for years on their Deathbeds,
Pushing Buttons & Pulling Strings/
playing endless Power Games
with their loathsome progeny,
who fret & sweat & plot
to stay in Favour,
impatiently waiting
to see who will inherit the Tainted Crown.
Will one of them be tempted
to “Move things along”?
Like that “mysterious” Real Estate Fire
that removes
an inconvenient Heritage Building
to make way for some
Modern Developmental Eyesore.
(If they ever catch an Arsonist,
will it then be a case
of Arrested Development?)
But Hopefully Trump’s Tenure
in Popular Culture will be
like the Dead Rat in a wall cavity
of the New House you’ve just moved into.
Disgust and Nausea
and the rotting stench of Death
will nearly suffocate you for days on end,
but, eventually, the Taint will pass
and then one fine morning
the bones will be crushed to a powder by a Bulldozer
when they put up that New Shopping Mall,
and the fading wails of his dismal Ghost
will be drowned out by the Mall Musak
playing Macho Man by the Village People
on an endless loop/
over and over again.
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Say Chi-na.
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The Reverend Hellfire is a practised performance Poet.
May approach you with requests for small change or an Arts Grant.
Avoid eye contact & report to your local Health & Welfare Authorities.
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