New poem: "The Donald"

 

The Donald

 

The Donald is all that he is,

and all that he is not, both

his real and false self, a man

so full of himself that when he

speaks we cannot tell which self

is which, the authentic man or

his inauthentic shadow. Does

he speak the truth when his “I”

is false, and does he lie when

his “I” is true? Can we judge the

one and deny the other? And if

he wins the race with Kamala

Harris, can we trust the Donald

with the Oval Office?

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Saturday, August 14, 2024