MSG

In The Garden,

The Paradise

lost,

the cost

of democracy

too great,

hate

was cherished

as the climate

perished; 

slashing

and burning

while feeding

the yearning

for owning

the Libs.

And the actual

owners

of the factual

papers

in DC

and LA

chose not

to say

whom they

endorse-

another coarse

event

in this course

of events:

a course

on what

prevents

democracies

from thriving.

The striving,

conniving,

and disdain

reign

freely,

while the wealthy-

greedy

are the most

needy

in their

reality.

The love

of fear,

hate,

and retribution

was considered

contribution

in The Garden

event.

I’m spent,

yet must

invent

ways 

to circumvent

the craze

over the next

several

days,

and the after-

math,

despite

the math,

of election night.

It’s the fright

in sight,

or that

I can 

envision,

that the division

so heinous

and obvious

that the rest

of us

feel helpless

after 

having voted,

is like 

living

inside

a loaded

gun.

But that’s

what’s 

fun

if you’re

one

of the MAGA

dramarama.

The MSG
was hopefully

too hyper

tensive

and unhealthy

for a majority

of Americans.

The shenanigans

are still

serious,

as those

delirious

pursue

the view

that a new

America

is overdue,

which looks

white

and pregnant.

None of it

is funny

or sunny

in that 

Garden

of evil

that they

say is 

good.

But we 

should not

let their love

of fear

be ours too.

The MSG
additive,

so addictive,

is the loathing

and fear

and simple

smear

that requires

merely

hate.

I will not

satiate

myself

with bottom

shelf

MSG

only

to feel

hungry

for more.

The legacy

you leave

is not

your blame,

but your

love

and care;

and that

you dared

to not 

despair,

but insist

we repair

with love

above

all else. 

DJ Trump

From town hall

to dance hall

in a half hour,

the usually dour

former guy,

seemingly 

on the fly,

had enough

questions.

So,

he made

the suggestions

to listen to music

and dance.

Well, more like sway

to the gay

anthem

YMCA,

as what was

a rally

was actually

ummm…..

weird.

He faced his small

crowd

and the usually

loud

Donald J

just let the tunes

play

as he pumped 

his fist

to his 

playlist

while everyone

stood 

(if they still

could).

He’s gone 

from The Donald

to Trump

to DJ

ready to play

his favorite

tunes.

He ruins

everything

else

anyway,

so maybe

he’s trying

a new 

gig

while he

attempts 

to rig

this election.

If NFTs,

a bible,

or golden

sneaks

don’t peak

your interest,

perhaps 

the DJ

playlist

will enlist

your vote?

The chance 

is remote,

so why campaign

when the inane

shtick

will always

stick

where needed?

He’s the DJ

spinning

his music

a new trick,

and surprise

from spinning

his lies,

but I surmise

he’s tired.

This DJ

move

may prove

to be

a momentary

side show.

But know

that it’s real

that he’s

trying to

steal

this election.

Will the DJ

Trump

continue

to stump

as he sets

the record

for the lowest

of the low?

He’s losing

his mojo

as he plays

his hits

and sits

back

while his

attack

dogs

are salivating;

navigating

law suits

to mount

and a false

count–

anything

preventing

his actual

winning.

The DJ

is spinning

inside

out

with the only

route

he has

left.