The Yo Yo President

by Thomas Davis

Our yo yo President (I liked yo yoing when I was a kid)
has been doing a lot of yoing lately.
Tariffs are up--or down,
or maybe tomorrow they’ll yo again.
Walmart suggests increased expenses,
brought about by higher tariffs,
will result in higher prices in their big box stores,
and Trump’s snarl of rage
yos like a tornado through the news media--
those evil instruments of darkness.

But let me tell you,
the slightly overweight clownish ring master
with orangish hair that looks like a wig
who has a bright red face
is a yo yo master.
He spins words and emotions down, walks them around,
and then pulls them back up
until his supporters are spinning
like a mad field of glorious tops,
sparking emotion, rage, laughter,
and feelings of we've got the elites now!
all of the place.

And they are the calm ones
as the media dances, his opponents foam,
and what has been no longer is.
Topsy-turvy is just the yo yo master
yoing his yo, claiming that everything destructive
of the old order is, after all, a jest--
even if some child in Africa dies of hunger or disease
because of what he’s done.
Of course, the dead are the undead.
We all know that.

Lately he’s been yo yoing out pardons
to insurrectionists, crooks, tax cheats,
and crooked politicians (as long as they’re Republican).
At the same time, he’s accepted a flying palace
from a rich Arab nation eager to buy his favor
and hawking worthless meme coins with His image.
He glorying in crypto, the path to becoming rich!
If your name is Trump,
And Tesla cars that his rich buddy Elon Musk sells.
Mostly, he’s stuffing his and his family’s pockets
While removing cash from those who believe in Him.

The South African President told him,
after he found out he was leading a nation
of racists against white people,
that if he had an airplane,
he’d give it to the Golden One.
The Golden One declared
that he’d sure accept something like that.
But, of course, the South African President
doesn’t have a flying palace,
and anyway, he’s one of those black men
that didn’t like Apartheid.
Too bad for him.

My own opinion is,
LET THE CORRUPTION RISE!
America has been the citie on the hill too long.
It’s time for poor people and regular citizens to suffer
while the rich have their opulent parties.
When the idea of American has been destroyed,
Trump, no longer the President,
will still be using his golden toilet
and proclaiming He’s the Greatest President ever!
in the entire history of the universe
and the Time of God, his Eternal friend!

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2 responses to “The Yo Yo President

  1. James Janko's avatar James Janko

    Tom, I tried to comment, wrote out my message to you, but I am tech challenged–I am being asked for a password and nothing I put in works.

    Anyway, your poem is spot-on. Trump and his supporters are attempting to destroy the very fundaments of knowledge and meaning. If they succeed, chaos reigns.

    All my best to you and Ethel, Janko

    • I don’t usually write topical poems, James, but lately I find myself doing so way too often. These are frightening times. Basically, everything I spent a lifetime doing to work with American Indians and the tribal colleges and universities seems to be teetering on the edge of collapse. I probably shouldn’t be writing these poems. They are pretty pointed, but what else can I do? I don’t want to hurt the TCUs by doing these but maybe they’ll only be seen by intelligent people rather than political types.

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