Category Archives: The Trumpiad

A satirical look (in the manner of Byron’s DON JUAN) at the forty-fifth president of the United States.

The Trumpiad: Book 1—Canto 12

December 2017 I Wounded and dazed, we’ve made it through the year. We’re still alive, though threatened every day By tweets and tantrums. A low-level fear Thrums in each resident. Meanwhile, away From sight, the undocumented disappear And covenants fall … Continue reading

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The Trumpiad: Book 1—Canto 11

  November 2017 I It’s been twelve months since I cast my first vote For president, and rose a sadder guy The morrow morn. It’s been a year of note, Mainly because the many reasons why Shit happened are lethal … Continue reading

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The Trumpiad: Book 1—Canto 10

October 2017 I I first arrived in 1987, Flying with wonder into JFK. It was December, and the vault of heaven, As I recall it, was not English grey But liquid blue. I felt my spirit leaven As from the … Continue reading

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The Trumpiad: Book 1—Canto 9

September 2017 I Satire depends for its effectiveness Upon the supposition a way through Ineptitude, aggressiveness, and mess Can be discerned; that what is good and true Is evident to all those who profess To be the thoughtful, decent person … Continue reading

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The Trumpiad: Book 1—Canto 8

August 2017 I “This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle”— Thus, Ulysses (from Tennyson). No wuss Was this princeling, but full of care and wile; A stern-browed Ithacan (not treasonous), Who … Continue reading

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The Trumpiad: Book 1—Canto 7

July 2017 I He rises up before you every day (Or so it seems): the blotchy, fleshy face; The blank-eyed stare; the hair in disarray Or greased back. From his purple nose, you trace The booze or drugs, the broken … Continue reading

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The Trumpiad: Book 1—Canto 6

June 2017 I June is upon us, and we’re six months in. Each day brings more alarm and conflagration. Each month I find it harder to begin My task without dread and exasperation. Yet, pace Dowd, De Sade, and James Baldwin, … Continue reading

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