I can't stand his hatred and his bigotry,
I can't stand his lies, arrogance, and cruelty.
His greed, intolerance, his lack of dignity.
I can't stand his vile and unjust policies.

I can't stand his desire for wealth and fame,
I can't stand how he loves the sound of his own name,
Or his mission to erase those who are not the same.
I can't stand his skill in escaping the blame.

I can't stand that his goal is to be deceitful and treacherous.
I can't stand how he pardons white supremacists,
His speeches are violent, his words are venomous.

He sits at the highest seat of power,
More money than God.
With all he has,
You'd think he'd use it
to do some good.

Instead,
he dreams of a world turned white and straight,
A colourless,
bland,
and ignorant place.

How can someone carry
so much hate?

In restless sleep,
I walked as Lilith,
wrath-bound.
With Lucifer beside me,
his shadow aflame.

The earth groaned heavy
with the weight of lies,
And power’s rot festered
in gilded halls.

The great house rose,
pale as a corpse.
Its walls steeped in
the blood of betrayal.
A serpent sat enthroned,
his crown of corruption,
A monument to tyranny’s
decay.

The gates screamed as
we tore them apart,
Iron yielding to
vengeance incarnate.
Within,
fear clung to hollow corridors,
And the golden serpent rose,

These are Trump poems, epigrams and puns that I have written while calling myself "The Loyal Opposition"...

The Ex-Prez Sex
by Michael R. Burch

The prez should be above the law, he sez,
even though he’s no longer prez.

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Jim Crow Pie
by Michael R. Burch

There onst wus a prez who et crow,
which is sorta like blackbird, yuh know,
but bein’ a racist
an’ surely the basest,
he basted the beast with white dough!

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PAC Man I
by Michael R. Burch

These are epigrams written by Michael R. Burch and his translations of epigrams written by other poets. 

Native American Prayer
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Help us learn the lessons you have left us here
in every leaf and rock.

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A question that sometimes drives me hazy:
am I or are the others crazy?
—Albert Einstein, poetic interpretation by Michael R. Burch

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These are poems about Politics by Michael Burch, and impolite poems about Politicians.

Gore-dom Boredom
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a candidate, Gore,
whose campaign had become quite a bore.
“He’s much too stiff,”
sighed his publicist,
“but not like his predecessor!”

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Political epigrams by Michael R. Burch
Political jokes by Michael R. Burch

These are epigrams by Michael R. Burch, on subjects such as hearts, heartaches, love, dreams, the grave, the dead and death.

Less Heroic Couplets: Murder Most Fowl!
by Michael R. Burch

“Murder most foul!”
cried the mouse to the owl.

“Friend, I’m no sinner;
you’re merely my dinner.

As you fall on my sword,
take it up with the Lord!”

the wise owl replied
as the tasty snack died.

Published by Lighten Up Online and in Potcake Chapbook #7

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