If only Obama could have governed
with the same skill and passion he used to give a speech
Not a single goal of his he would
not have been be able to have had a chance to reach
Instead this
great community organizer with only the ability not to deliver but only speak
Is facing the
rotted detritus of a soon to be erased legacy that not only smells but really
reeks
Never again can
this nation go down a path strewn only with brave, but delusional words and lacking deeds
Finally in a moment
no one other than the deplorables could ever have surmised
A winning campaign
that all the rules in the past had to be completely revised
The art of the
speech finally trumped by the art of the deal
Moving forward
into a troubled world that failings can no longer be concealed
But the master of
the deal more likely than not wants this nation to succeed and the divisions
heal
While the legacy
loser can only seek those to blame for results he cannot repeal
The Blues led by
Obama and Hillary are like a Potemkin village on the coasts, a masterpiece to
see
Refined gents and
ladies on the patios watching the boats, sipping fine wine and savoring fine
brie
Enjoying bagels
topped with cream cheese, capers, onions and lox
Smugly listening
to solemn voices from Obama and his minions that Trump’s win was due to Fox
Like a Hollywood
set where the celebs feel so much at home only an empty shell
When the façade doors
opened on the inside where it matters only to the homeland an empty shell
©
December 1, 2016, Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet
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