Post-Part-’Em Election Poems

These are poems I wrote the day after Trump won the 2024 presidential election, a sad day for American democracy if it can survive...

“This is why I love the poorly educated!”

Post-Part-’Em Election Poems

by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

A fool and his democracy
are soon parted.
—Michael R. Burch

Under Trump American democracy is going the way of the dodo. — Michael R. Burch

Today they’ll celebrate
this capitulation to hate.
Sometime unremarkably later
they’ll regret their new dictator.
—Michael R. Burch

Today they’ll be crowing—
the KKK and such.
Tomorrow? Not so much.

Ignorance surrounds me
like an immense night
void of stars.
—Michael R. Burch

Ignorance is as Ignorance does,
for Ignorance never sees its flaws,
just mumbles, “Because.”
—Michael R. Burch

Trump won by a landslide:
the dumbing-down of America
can no longer be denied.
—Michael R. Burch

Putin and Typhoid
are singing “Overjoyed.”
—Michael R. Burch

tRUMP should work for TASS:
they both kiss Putin’s ass.
—Michael R. Burch

Trump will soon turn cheers
into tears
for those in arrears.
—Michael R. Burch

“One nation,”
under Trump?
Divisible and risible.
—Michael R. Burch

Donald Trump is hard on crime …
unless it's his own grime.
—Michael R. Burch, “Grime Wave”

Ten thousand stars vanish:
Who, next, will he banish?
—Michael R. Burch

Things could be worse.
Sooner or later, the Hearse.
—Michael R. Burch

Dictionary definitions:
trump (n) an unfrugal bugle.
trump (v) to win via canoodle.
—Michael R. Burch

In the Grand Scheme of Things
he’s a minor annoyance:
a nit vexing the Universe.
—Michael R. Burch

Unworthy of mention,
the least star pays him no attention.
—Michael R. Burch

In the darkest night
there’s always some Light!
Nah, Trump ain’t that bright.
Welcome to blight.
—Michael R. Burch

It’s a bad day for everyone,
but life goes on
until it doesn’t.
—Michael R. Burch

Things could be worse:
at least for the moment
he doesn’t control Verse.
—Michael R. Burch

I hate to be terse,
but it feels like a curse.
—Michael R. Burch

Congratulations to all race baiters,
science evaders and assorted haters.
Welcome to your new Dick-Tater.
—Michael R. Burch

Election Results 2024
by Michael R. Burch

It was:
   A very bad day for Freedom,
   the Nazis are in control.
It was:
   A very bad day for Christianity,
   which surrendered its heart and its soul.
It was:
   A very bad day for women,
   who've become like the chattels of yore.
It was:
   A very good day for the rich,
   not so for the sick and the poor.

OLDIES FOR A GOLDIE

Did you know that Donald Trump is not only a poet, but a major poet, a penner of sublime verse? You will find Trump's best poems on this page, including his famous inaugural poem "It's a Carnage!" And of course The Donald inspires poetry. For example:



Apologies to España
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

the reign
in Trump’s brain
falls mainly as mansplain



The Hair Flap
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

The hair flap was truly a scare:
Trump's bald as a billiard back there!
The whole nation laughed
At the state of his graft;
Now the man's wigging out, so beware!



Toupée or Not Toupée, That is the Question
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

There once was a brash billionaire
who couldn't afford decent hair.
Vexed voters agreed:
"We're a nation in need!"
But toupée the price, do we dare?



Toupée or Not Toupée, This is the Answer
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

Oh crap, we elected Trump prez!
Now he's Simon: we must do what he sez!
For if anyone thinks
And says his "plan" stinks,
He'll wig out 'neath that weird orange fez!



Less Heroic Couplets: Dear Pleader
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

Is our Dear Pleader, as he claims, heroic?
I prefer my presidents a bit more stoic.



Viral Donald
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

Donald Trump is coronaviral:
his brain's in a downward spiral.
That pale nimbus of hair
proves there's nothing up there
but an empty skull, fluff and denial.



Red, White and Yellow
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

Roses are red,
Daffodils are yellow,
But not half as daffy
As that taffy-colored fellow!



White as a Sheet
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

Donald Trump had a real Twitter Scare
then rushed off to fret, vent and share:
"How dare Bernie quote
what I just said and wrote?
Like Megyn he's mean, cruel, unfair!"



Trump’s Trumpet: Trumped Up or Trumped?
by Michael R. Burch

Our president’s sex life—atrocious!
His “pieces of ass”? Braggadocios!
His tool though? Immense!
Or perhaps just pretense,
since Stormy declared “hocus-pocus!”



Why does Melania flee
Trump’s unthreatening wee-wee?
It looks like a cauliflower
and its taste is sour.
—Michael R. Burch



An Aging and Increasingly Senile Trump’s Saddest Tweet to Date
by Michael R. Burch

I’ve gotten all out of kilter.
My erstwhile yuge tool is a wilter!
I now sleep in bed.
Few hairs on my head.
Inhibitions? I now have no filter!



Trump's Catches
by Michael R. Burch

Trump comes with a few grotesque catches:
He likes to grope unoffered snatches;
He loves to ICE kids;
His brain’s on the skids;
And then there’s the coups the fiend hatches.



The Undeterred Lord of the Horde
by Michael R. Burch

A candidate (widely deplored)
exulted, “They’ll still make me Lord!
Although I’m a liah
they’ll make me Messiah
and I’ll control the dull minds of the Horde!”



Poets laud Justice’s
high principles.
Trump just gropes
her raw genitals.
—Michael R. Burch



That tRUMP’s a liar is obvious
to all but the oblivious.
—Michael R. Burch



If anyone would like to record or perform the following songs, please contact Mike Burch at mikerburch@gmail.com.



The Orange Devil went down to Georgia
by Michael R. Burch

apologies to Charlie Daniels

The orange Devil went down to Georgia, he was lookin’ for votes to steal.
He was in a bind ’cause he was way behind
An’ Joe Biden was makin’ him squeal.

Then he came across some ‘lawyers’ who claimed to be red hot.
The Devil jumped up on a lynchin’ stump
And cried, “Boys, let me tell ya what!”

“I guess you didn’t know it, but I’m a legal ‘genius’ too,
And if you care to take my dare, I’ll make a bet with you!
Now you lie real good, but it’s understood
You must give the Devil his due:
I’ll bet a toilet of gold against your souls,
’Cause I think I'm dumber than you!”

The ‘lawyers’ said, “We’re willing, and it might be a sin,
But we’ll take your bet, we’re gonna regret,
Let the treasonous acts begin!”

Lawyers, plan your best defense and practice lyin’ hard,
’Cause Hell’s broke loose in Georgia, and the Devil deals the cards.
And if you win, you get this slimy toilet plated gold,
But if you lose, the Devil gets your soul!

The Devil opened up his case and said, “I guess I'll start this show!”
He put his mug on a coffee mug and kissed it to and fro.
Then he pulled the strings of his lawyers
Till they made an evil hiss.
Next, a band of demons joined in
And it sounded something like this:

[The sound of fiddles hissing like cobras.]

But when the Devil finished, the lawmen said, “What fun!
Now sit down there in that ’lectric chair
And let us show you how it’s done!”

Fire on the Mountain, run boys, run!
Devil's in the House of the Setting Sun!
Rudy’s in the outhouse, run out of dough!
Spillin’ his guts to the Law, oh no!

The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat
And he laid that golden toilet on the ground at Fani’s feet.

Fani said, “Trump, just come on back if ya wanna go to jail again;
We done told you once, you son of a bitch, no FOX gonna steal this hen!”

Fire on the Mountain, run boys, run!
Devil's in the House of the Setting Sun!
Rudy’s in the outhouse, run out of dough!
Spillin’ his guts to the Law, oh no!



An Innocent Yam

by Michael R. Burch
on behalf of Donald J. Trump
apologies to Billy Joel

After Trump was convicted of 34 felonies in his hush money trial, he insisted, "I am a very innocent man."

Some people stay far away from the door
If there’s a chance of it opening up.
They hear a siren while they’re stealing
And hope that it isn’t a cop.

But I am
An innocent yam!
(Oh yes, I am
An innocent yam!)

Some people live with the fear of being conned
And the anger of having been a fool.
Others will listen to anyone
Like me, and I use them like a tool!

But I am
An innocent yam!
(Oh yes, I am
An innocent yam!)

I know you’re only protecting yourself
in a game that’s too often push and shove.
Don’t let your guard down – ’cause you I’m not above
groping genitals for “love.”

But I am
An innocent yam!
(Oh yes, I am
An innocent yam!)

You’ve been denying you could vote for me
Because I’m a con man on the lam.
People with discernment see right through me,
While others seem to fall for every scam.
But I’ll never change my plea to “guilty”
Because I am an innocent yam.

(Oh yes, I am
an innocent yam!)
(Oh yes, I am
an innocent yam!)

Some people say they will never believe
The lies that I tell them, left and right.
But when it comes to lying, you know I can’t be beat:
I’m rich. I’m white. Thus lying is my right!

I know you don’t want to hear what I say.
I know you’re gonna keep turning away.
I know you don’t believe in my brand.
So if you reject me, sure I’ll understand.

But I am
An innocent yam!
(Oh yes, I am
An innocent yam!)

Some people run from a possible fight.
Some people see the law and scram.
But although this is a fight that I just lost,
The accused is an innocent yam!

(Oh yes, I am
an innocent yam!)
(Oh yes, I am
an innocent yam!)

I know I only conned you out of spite.
I know I’ll be a martyr tonight.
Prison’s your decision:
There’ll be no revision.
Such is my plight!

I’m not above going back to the start,
To fall asleep in court and let loose an awesome fart!

Some people hope for a miracle cure.
Some people seethe at me and damn.
But I’m not willing to lay down and die,
Because I am an innocent yam.

I am an innocent yam.
Oh yes I am
An innocent yam.



The Red State Reaction
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

Where the hell are they hidin’
Sleepy Joe Biden?

And how the hell can the bleep
Do so much, in his sleep?



Red State Reject
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

I once was a pessimist
but now I’m more optimistic,
ever since I discovered my fears
were unsupported by any statistic.



The truth always comes out in the end:
The Donald is wearing Depends.
We called him "Diaper Don" for our amusement,
but it turned out to be true, to our bemusement.
— Michael R. Burch



Our awful unlawful “president”
will soon be a jailhouse resident.
—Michael R. Burch



The Ex-Prez Sez
by Michael R. Burch

The prez should be above the law, he sez,
even though he’s no longer prez.



Jim Crow Pie
by Michael R. Burch

There onst wus a prez who et crow,
which is sorta like blackbird, yuh know,
but bein’ a racist
an’ surely the basest,
he basted the beast with white dough!



PAC Man I
by Michael R. Burch

The Donald’s uniquely refined,
for, when threatened with being confined,
as the hammer comes down,
his PAC’s noses (brown)
emerge, and he’s praised, wined and dined.



PAC Man II
by Michael R. Burch

The Donald’s uniquely refined,
for, although he’s been frequently fined,
he will say, “I don’t mind,
because, as you’ll find,
I pass on all my tabs to the blind!”



The Kraken Cracked
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

She’s singing like a canary.
Who says krakens are scary?

Squidney said the election was hacked,
but when all her lies were unpacked,
the crackpot kraken cracked.

Now, with a small, timid, high-pitched squeal,
The kraken has cut a deal.

Oh, tell it with jubilation:
the kraken is on probation!



Squid on the Skids
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

Sidney Powell howled in 2020:
“The Kraken will roar through the land of plenty!”
But she recalled the Terror in 2023
with a slippery, slimy, squid-like plea.



Quite Con-trary
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

Trumpy, Trumpy,
fat, balding and lumpy,
how does your Rose Garden grow?

"With venom and spleen
and everything mean,
and my gasket about to blow!"

Trumpy, Trumpy,
crude, obese and dumpy,
why are your polls so low?

"I claimed I was Cyrus
at war with a virus
but lost every time to the minuscule foe!"



Not-So-Heroic Couplets
by Donald Trump
care of Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

To outfox the pox:
kill yourself first, with Clorox!

And since death is the goal,
mainline Lysol!

No vaccine?
Just chug Mr. Clean!

Is a cure out of reach?
Fumigate your lungs, with bleach!

To immunize your thorax,
destroy it with Borax!

To immunize your bride,
drown her in Opti-cide!

To end all future gridlocks,
gargle with Vaprox!

Now, quick, down the Drain-o
with old Insane-o NoBrain-o!

Trump lied and lied and lied
while Americans died and died and died.



Rallying the Dupes
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

after Anaïs Vionet

Houston, we have a problem:
the virus is multiplying;
meanwhile, our Demander-in-Chief
keeps lying, lying, lying.

Houston, we have a problem:
the Astros are now the Nau(gh)ts,
but Tweety will still pack the ’Dome
untroubled by actual thoughts.

Originally published by LIGHT



Grime Wave
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

Donald Trump is hard on crime …
unless it's his own grime.



Trump Love
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

Trump "love" is truly a curious thing …
does he care for our kids half as much as his bling?



Raw Spewage (I)
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

Trump
is a chump
who talks through his rump;
he's a political sump pump!



Stumped and Stomped by Trump
by Michael R. Burch

There once was a candidate, Trump,
whose message rang clear at the stump:
"Vote for me, wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!,
because I am ME,
and everyone else is a chump!"



Humpty Trumpty
by Michael R. Burch

Humpty Trumpty called for a wall.
Trumpty Dumpty had a great fall.
Now all the Grand Wizards
and Faux PR men
Can never put Trumpty together again.



Green Eggs and Spam
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

I do not like your racist ways!
I do not like your hate for gays!
I do not like your gaseous rump!
I do not like you, Crotch-Grabber Trump!

I do not like you here or there!
I do not like you anywhere!
Your brain's been trapped in a lifelong slump
And I do not like you, Hate-Baiter Trump!



Signs of The Resistance

This similar poem was taken from a protest sign at an anti-Trump women's march …

I do not like you down my shirt!
I do not like you up my skirt!
I do not like you near my rump!
I do not like you, Mr. Trump!



The ham
is a sham,
his tweets are spam
and his method's to scam.
—Michael R. Burch



Tea Party Madness
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

Since we agree,
let’s have a nice tea
with our bats in the belfry.



During my research, I was surprised to learn that Donald Trump is an accomplished poet―a master of modern free verse, odes, sonnets, limericks, villanelles, sestinas, quatrains, heroic couplets and rhyme royal. Indeed, Trump rivals those other great American political poets: George W. Bush, Sarah Palin and Michelle Bachmann! But Donald Trump did not have a poet recite an Inauguration Day Poem. Why? Probably for the same reason that he couldn't get A-list singers and bands to perform at his Inauguration: no self-respecting person with a sense of decency and real American values wants to lend credence to Trump's creepy presidency. Maya Angelou would never endorse Trump, nor would Richard Blanco, Miller Williams or Elizabeth Alexander. But there is a solution, and I am going to provide it. Here, from the hyperactive mouth of Trump Himself, is his Inauguration Day Poem:

It's a Carnage! (Part I)
by Donald J. Trump

I can't believe what our country is doing!
You talk about things that have happened in history; this could be one of the worst!
It's a carnage!
This guy, he's like a maniac, OK?
I mean, this guy doesn't play games!
And we can't play games with him!
It's a carnage!
Now we should go in, we should stop this guy, which would be very easy and very quick!
We could do it surgically, stop him from doing it, and save these lives!
It's a carnage!
Make America great again!
Politics is such a disgrace!
Good people don't go into government!
It's a carnage!
Please don't feel so stupid or insecure; it's not your fault!
It's largely a rigged system!
I'm just thinking to myself right now, we should just cancel the election …
Please say it! Please tell me: "Trump, you're fired!"
It's a carnage!

Obviously, Trump is warning us about the greatest threat currently posed to the United States of America: the man known as Donald John Trump. Somewhere deep within, he knows just how terrible he is, and he is literally begging us to stop him from destroying so many lives. He is asking us to fire him―to impeach him―before it's too late. He points out that politics is a disgrace and good people don't get into government; hence he is admitting that he is a bad person and a disgrace. As for my analysis of his poem as a work of art, it goes without saying that Trump is a much better poet than president. The poem is entirely modern free verse, with a "killer" refrain. The double use of the word "just" in L17 is surely not accidental; Trump is telling us that justice can only be done by canceling the results of the rigged election that made him president when he lost by nearly three million votes, with the help of Russian influence. Trump's inaugural poem communicates considerable emotion; the hallmark of true poetry. I know it scares the hell out of me, and I don't scare easy! Yes, it is a carnage, and yes, we should fire Trump, post haste.

It's a Carnage! (Part II)
by Donald J. Trump

It's a carnage!
We bleed depletion!
Even our disagreements are in disrepair!
It's a carnage!
We must flush away the infrastructure of freedom,
banish the Islamic lady to landscapes overseas
ripped up and rusted out by the sad solidarity of our sprawling bombs!
It's a carnage!
We must send our soldiers like thieves stealing:
because oil was made to be stolen!
It's a carnage!
When our soldiers lie silent under subsidized tombstones
while the trapped trillions tunnel underground toward unrealized urban streets
long wind-swept by nuclear winter …
It's a carnage!

It's a Carnage! (Part III)
by Donald J. Trump

I can't believe what our country is doing!
Qaddafi in Libya is killing thousands of people, nobody knows how bad it is, and we're sitting around!
We have soldiers all over the Middle East, and we're not bringing them in to stop this horrible carnage and that's what it is: It's a carnage!
You talk about things that have happened in history; this could be one of the worst!
Now we should go in, we should stop this guy, which would be very easy and very quick!
We could do it surgically, stop him from doing it, and save these lives!

Analysis: "Trump has revealed himself to be an incredible hypocrite, because he relentlessly attacked Hillary Clinton for her support of military interventions in the Middle East. But Trump is on the record supporting such interventions, and for the same reasons. Perhaps Clinton was wrong to support the invasion of Libya. Perhaps she was wrong to believe that deposing Qaddafi would be relatively quick and easy, and could be done surgically. But obviously Trump shared those opinions. Hence, he comes off as a liar and a hypocrite."

If the subject interests you, to see how Trump fulfills Biblical prophecies, just click the hyperlink.



Mother of Cowards
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

So unlike the brazen giant of Greek fame
With conquering limbs astride from land to land,
Spread-eagled, showering gold, a strumpet stands:
A much-used trollop with a torch, whose flame
Has long since been extinguished. And her name?
"Mother of Cowards!" From her enervate hand
Soft ash descends. Her furtive eyes demand
Allegiance to her Pimp's repulsive game.

"Keep, ancient lands, your wretched poor!" cries she
With scarlet lips. "Give me your hale, your whole,
Your huddled tycoons, yearning to be pleased!
The wretched refuse of your toilet hole?
Oh, never send one unwashed child to me!
I await Trump's pleasure by the gilded bowl!"



Free-Verse Sonnet to Gun Control
by Donald J. Trump

We have to look very strongly at no-fly lists!

We have to bring back law and order!

We had to take the guns away
from these people that have them
and that are bad people
that shouldn't have them!

These are people
that are bad people!
That shouldn't be!

Analysis by the NRA: So far, complete and utter silence! And of course Trump didn't keep his promises. Rather, the NRA contributed $30 million to helping Trump win the 2016 presidential election, and Trump signed a bill blocking Obama-era background checks on guns for people with mental illnesses. The Obama rule would have prevented an estimated 75,000 people with mental disorders from being able to purchase firearms. It was crafted as part of Obama's efforts to strengthen the federal background check system in the wake of the 2012 massacre at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut. Trump explained his position on gun control by saying: "It's no good, it's no fair, and they're not going to screw around with the Second Amendment." But it's hard to imagine that the Founding Fathers would have thought it wise to let mentally ill people buy assault weapons. The massacre of 17 students and staff in Parkland, Florida on Valentine's Day in 2018 is a case in point. The murderer had a history of mental illness and was under the legal age to buy a handgun. But he was able to legally buy an AR-15 assault weapon. And Trump didn't do anything he had promised to keep students from being shot to pieces. As Trump said in his most famous poem, "It's a carnage!"



Free-Verse Ode to Abortion
by Donald J. Trump

Is abortion early in a pregnancy murder?

"What I am saying is this:
With caveats―life of the mother, incest, rape.
That's where I stand.
So, I'm pro-life, but with the caveats.
You have to have it with the caveats."

What if a pregnancy happens outside those caveats―is abortion murder then?

"It depends."

Analysis by pro-life evangelical Christians: Exit polls reveal that four out of five, or 80% of evangelical Christians, voted for Donald Trump.



It's Incredible!
an Ode to Kim Jong-un
by Donald J. Trump

If you look at North Korea—this guy, he's like a maniac, OK?
And you have to give him credit!
How many young guys—he was like 26 or 25 when his father died—take over these tough generals,
and all of a sudden—you know, it's pretty amazing when you think of it!
How does he do that?
Even though it is a culture and it's a cultural thing, he goes in, he takes over, and he's the boss!
It's incredible!
He wiped out the uncle!
He wiped out this one, that one!
I mean, this guy doesn't play games!
And we can't play games with him!
Because he really does have missiles!
And he really does have nukes!
It's INCREDIBLE!

Analysis by Michael R. Burch: Trump's word choices seem significant: "credit," "amazing," "incredible." He even manages to make "maniac" sound like a good thing!



He Did That So Good!
an Ode to Saddam Hussein
by Donald J. Trump

He was a bad guy—really bad guy.
But you know what he did well?
He killed terrorists!
He did that so good!
They didn't read them the rights!
They didn't talk!
They were terrorists!
Over!

Analysis by Jake Sullivan, a foreign policy expert: "Trump's praise for brutal strongmen seemingly knows no bounds … Trump yet again lauded Saddam Hussein as a great killer of terrorists, noting with approval that he never bothered to read anyone their rights."



The Vicious Ones
by Donald J. Trump

I was attacked viciously
By those women!
Of course, it's very hard for them
To attack me on looks,
Because I'm so good looking!
But I was attacked very viciously
By those women.

Analysis by American voters: "Ho-hum! What do we care if Trump attacks women, then shames and blames his victims? Ho-hum!"



What would the price of a Trump presidency be, really? Would Donald Trump create an American Holocaust by deporting 11 million people, including multitudes of completely innocent children and their mothers and fathers? Is Trump the second coming of Adolph Hitler? Yes, nicknames like Hair Hitler and Hair Furor are amusing, but are they also accurate, and perhaps prophetic?



Dangerously Unhinged

This guy [Trump] is dangerously unhinged.
And, for all the things people have said about me over the years,
I should be able to spot Dangerously Unhinged.
―Glenn Beck



How the Fourth Reich Ramped Up
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

Trump lectured his pale Deplorables:
"You're such easy marks and scorables!
Now whenever I bray
click your heels & obey,
and I'll soon promote you to Horribles!"



No Star
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

Trump, you're no "star."
Putin made you an American Czar.
Now, if we continue down this dark path you've chosen,
pretty soon we'll all be wearing lederhosen.



Raw Spewage (II)
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

Trump
is a chump
who talks through his rump;
he's a garbage dump
in need of a sump pump!



Trump’s suffering from shrinkinflation:
His reputation’s shot from what he did to his nation.
Now, because it began so wee small,
Today we can’t see it at all.
But as with an unflushed commode or
rank sewer, we can spot Trump by his odor.
— Michael R. Burch aka “The Loyal Opposition”



Florida will not be woke.
DeSantis made it clear.
The world may well go up in smoke,
but Ron will snore, no fear.

For Florida will not be woke.
Conservatives will snooze
with blinders shutting out all light
and any factual news.
— Michael R. Burch aka “The Loyal Opposition”



The LIV is LIVid:
livid with blood,
and full of egos larger
than continents
— Michael R. Burch aka “The Loyal Opposition”



Evil is as evil does.
Evil never needs a cause.
Evil loves amoral “laws,”
laughs and licks its blood-red claws
while kids are patched together with gauze.
— Michael R. Burch aka “The Loyal Opposition”



modern Midas
by michael r. burch

they say nothing human's alive
yet the Hermit survived:

the last of His kind,
clean out of His mind.

they say He relentlessly washes His fingers,
as dainty as ever, yet the smell of death lingers.

they say it sets off His corona of hair
when He blanches with fear in his Mansion Faire.

they say He still spritzes each strand into place
though there's no one to see in that hellish place.

they say there's a moral in what He's become
as He fondles gold trinkets and cradles His john.



Fool's Gold
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

THE DONALD has won (so we're told).
If it's true, worthless swampland's been sold!
But who were the buyers?
Poor folks who trust liars
and pay through the nose for fool's gold.



Trumping Tots
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"

Things that go bump in the night
fill Herr Trump with irrational fright;
his brain hits the skids;
he exclaims, "Ban dark kids!"
Where's his self-lauded "courage" and "might"?
Is cowardice Trump's kryptonite?

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