My Mother Goes to Vote in the American Election

  My mother is the type, who even if good old Santa Clause is running for the local election, would not vote for an obese white man. for her the “X” is so precious, you could say she thinks of herself, as bigger than the whole electoral college.   She will never write on a…

Einstein and Trump

Two men, who were both defined by their hair, A wacky mental spike or a loose comb-over. They both had a soft spot for Jerusalem.  One was asked to become The president of Israel, and the other Became bosom friend, to this land, Where once Jesus roamed. And still, they both will embellish history. The…

Donald Trump – An Elegy and Ode

### The real mess America is, And the great white hope as he is called, Bigger than Moby Dick, And a donkeying captain Ahab, With harpoons in his palms, chasing him, In an ocean, called the Great America, Where all sorts of bioluminescent creatures live, Divided by their faith of Moby Dick, Or the absence….

Trump

The anti-christ of politicial correctness, The great white hope on a crusade, The afterthought of carelessness, The bigwig with a big wig, the arrogance in a suit, The old man of the white house, The twitter bird and the fat mallard, The El nino and La nina, The contradiction and the counter-attack, The fall guy…

Trump and Me

There are yardsticks everywhere you look. The hemline is a measure, Of the degree of a woman putting herself out.  Alcohol tells man how much He can glug, without feeling like shit All over, when the hangover the next morning Seems like a little nauseating pastime. You ask yourself what and who Should measure me….

The Hair Wars

Father’s Day is a farce. Its that time of the month That on a Sunday, you go to your parents house With a cake and cut one mouthwatering slice To reflect on the years gone by. My dad always had a blueprint For life, he always saw the unlocked gate Or the un-padlocked bag with…

November 8th 2016

They say an election is a battleground To elect the lesser evil. Acidic words were exchanged Accusations possessed sinews and wings Rhetoric was belligerent and truth-drifted As tongues were slashing swords And rib cages were armored shields Bouncing off acryl words Here, there is only enough room For a comb-over or a power skirt And…