Resistance Poetry
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Resistance Poetry

Stomach Pump Trump and the Hill of Beans


this… this thing,

dwells where it is welcome


this thing, oozes odorous flatulance


this thing, harbors worms within its brain


this thing, nurses white trash nightmares


this thing, bears frost and fire


this thing,

flush with muck and mire,

cleaves the kingdom asunder…

leaving his minions to ponder

the true worth of a hill of beans.

Why Trump is not a President, but a thing…

Related, Donald Trump’s Mojo, Simple, Yet Complex




Verse as Commentary

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Jeffrey Field

Jeffrey Field

It ain't what you think. Former newsman, car salesman, teacher. Everything is Thou, if you so allow it. You can find some of it at

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