from my new favorite poet, a (risque, naughty) poem about Donald.

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By Lewis Turco


AGAINST DONALD TRUMP

For Gail White



If I were in a crowd with Donald Trump

I would not care to have the bugger bump

Against me and remark, "Excuse you, please,"

Because by then I'd have a case of fleas

Compounded with a nasty nest of lice

And other pestilences not so nice,

As for example anthills filled with ticks

Plus several tapeworms filling out the mix.

I hope Trump does not hold things out against me,

For I would be disgusted most intensely!

How could those women crawl between the sheets

Even for thousands, hold him to their teats

And act as though they liked what he was doing?

(I doubt that one could even call it "screwing."

"Nailing" might be closer in intent,

"Impaling," though,is more like what I meant.

While he works just watch the girls grow paler

Working under Donald the Impaler.

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1. I studied his poetic book of forms

in college. He is a formalist critic. Impressive.

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2. His body of work is enormous.

I stumbled across him recently when googling the name of my mother's cousin in Connecticut who was a newspaper editor. Turco grew up in that town and had written an essay about it. He's authoritative on every aspect of writing, it seems. Google him. It seems wild that one mind could produce so much and such varied work product.

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3. The poem is not a surprise where his use of rhyme is concerned

Just the subject matter.