Ristolable
Aug 25, 2017 · 2 min read

In a bright egg-shaped office there sat an old grump

An orange-faced grump named President Trump

He cared not for people, his words were obscene

He thought of new laws, new ways to be mean

He hired and fired without thinking too fully

His anger was strong, this orange-faced bully

He was so mean he was quite like a viper

And screamed like a baby in need of a diaper

From out of the elements came a voice through the breeze

It spoke to the president, it spoke for the trees

“I am the Lorax, I’ve come to D.C.

It’s time that we talked, just you and just me”

“All people are equal,” the Lorax explained

“And to separate people can equal much pain.”

“Why do you talk like a wise man” said Trump

“You speak for the forest, but are more of a Gump”

“Insult me all day, like you do to the people

“But I will be here until people are equal”

“See I am the Lorax who speaks for the trees,

It’s evident, president snickety sneeze

I speak for much more than the thickety trees

I speak for a sublime summertime breeze

I speak of the things we should all very do

I speak for the kindness I know is in you”

“I’ll do as I please, you Loraxean sleeze,

Politics isn’t as simple as peace.”

“But to upset on purpose is quite a disservice,

your abiding unkindness makes everyone nervous

And so Mr. President, I see it self evident

That this White House has earned a new resident

Not today or tomorrow, but in years that will follow

A new chief to show that your ways were quite hollow”

So thirty years passed, and no president asked

How deeply the nation had truly been gashed

Until one Irish girl had launched a campaign

That spoke for the people, their sameness, their pain

She said she’d undo the Trumpian bluster

And voters began oh so slowly to trust her

So in walked Elizabeth, aged thirty-five

Having won an election, the time had arrived

For her to take office, the first girl to win

She took a deep breath, and headed right in

She set up her desk, three pictures on top of

One very proud mommy, and daddy, and papa

)

    Ristolable

    Written by

    Welcome to a place where words matter. On Medium, smart voices and original ideas take center stage - with no ads in sight. Watch
    Follow all the topics you care about, and we’ll deliver the best stories for you to your homepage and inbox. Explore
    Get unlimited access to the best stories on Medium — and support writers while you’re at it. Just $5/month. Upgrade