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Fair enough....I'll work on it in here.
The Last Straw
He accepted his role
as a soldier, a sniper.
Accepted the grit and the heat
of Afghanistan, even the bad smells
that made him retch.
He even grew to accept
the indignity of the loss
of his leg but
his wife just could not.
Went from wheelchair to walker
in record time, now you’d hardly
know his leg was a replacement.
The meagre pension was hard to
swallow but he never gave up
looking for work.
all odds, Trump became
leader of the free world.
He watched in impotent despair
as this parody of a man dismantled
democracy, destroyed his beloved country.
Every “breaking news”
revealed more ignorance
and bent laws until, one night
he hears a re-run of Howard Stern.
The guest that night was a cocky
Donald Trump boasting about his
sexual conquests in the nineteen sixties,
casually describing avoiding infection
from STDs as “My own personal Vietnam.
I felt like a great and very brave soldier.”
The faces of dead comrades, the same
dead young sacrifices from Vietnam,
Iraq, Bosnia, rose up in anger, raged
in his dreams, screamed at the insult
from this orange faces buffoon. Two
days later he unpacked his rifle, drove
to Palm beach where he knew his
president, his prey, would be and
lay for several hours in the rough
before scoping his target and firing.
Trump was a sitting duck on the 8th hole.