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.

Earshot

What’s overheard

is the herd

of inciters

denying

culpability

when ,

unsurprisingly,

shots were

fired

during

a Trump

rally.

The shooter

was shot

and got

what he

sought,

which brought

instantaneous

blame

on the rhetoric

of the heretic-

laden

other 

side.

My initial

reaction

was inaction;

I think

I am numb

at this point.

The violence

expected;

the blame

projected.

I’m glad 

that Trump

was protected

and it 

only pierced

his ear.

Not that 

that’s 

nothing;

but we saw

the luckiest

duck.

In a country

run amok

with violent

speech

and hate,

that victorious

fist pump—

symbolic

if not

iconic

of Trump(ism)—

as he was

ushered

off the stage,

fuels

the rage

to engage.

In this first

attempted

assassination

in the social

media age,

we are all

within 

earshot

of the next

shooter.