There Once was a Boy Named Donald

By Persephone


There once was a boy named Donald

Whose tantrums and yells split the earth.

With no consequences, he’d acted that way since birth.


Little Donald believed he was right

About everything, from the economy to peoples’ needs

And wouldn’t listen when anyone disagreed.


For years, friends and family supported Donald

And to him never gave a genuine critique.

So, Donald believed in his heart that his brain was unique.


Ever delusional, Donald spent his life

Selling crappy products slapped with his name

And wondering why people called his brands lame.


Through the years, Donald’s hubris caused bankruptcies

Of such magnitude that he almost lost all,

But then a television network hired him one Fall.


For it was on the show The Apprentice

That Donald was seen as capable and full of tact.

People listened to him, not realizing what they saw was an act.


Continuous praise and high ratings built up Donald’s confidence.

He saw himself as perfect; no need to learn ever again,

Not when he could fool everyone as a conman.


But then he ruined it all–

For all the undeserving praise had made him so confident

That Donald decided one day to run for President.


And ruin it all, he did, although he surely didn’t know it,

Prancing and shouting hate all through a nasty campaign.

Somehow, he won over voters, most clearly not sane.


When he won, the world freaked out,

As the United States and the globe had been assured of his loss.

Protestors gathered in droves in reaction, for they were more than cross.


Many Americans were heartbroken,

Thinking their country had betrayed them with a such a man in charge,

But as the people learned, the reasons why were quite large.


For not only was there a great deal of hate in the United States,

But a foreign government had wanted Donald to win.

Russia had worked on changing American minds from within.


Fake news stories and Russian thinkbots had invaded,

And the voters of swing states were particularly affected.

They thought Donald’s opponent was crooked, so he got elected.


As Donald started his presidency,

His reign is awash in diplomatic incidents and way too many tweets.

He spouts crazy stuff, signs orders, and plays golf at his own retreat.


It is clear early on that Donald is in over his head.

He’s never had to think about others or even think at all.

His knowledge of politics is desperately small.


As the days go by, the rumors begin

That Russia and Donald were in cahoots all along,

That Donald’s loyalty to his country isn’t strong.


To dispel the accusations, Donald responds

By firing the FBI director, calling news fake, and writing more tweets.

When this doesn’t work, he acts even crazier (no easy feat).


As the days turn to months in this tumultuous presidency,

It’s easy to grow disheartened if you’re paying attention.

For when it comes to morality, Donald bears no comprehension.


This is clear when he goes overseas,

As world leaders grimace when Donald says intel offhand

Or the pope poses with dead eyes–not even Donald’s wife will hold his hand.


But for those you are suffering, for those who are scared,

You need to take heart when Donald’s treasonous acts continue more.

For someday, Donald will end up behind a prison door.



By Persephone

**A poem inspired by all the teenagers I’ve taught.**


The sky is blue and clear,

Not a cloud in the sky.

Yet I cannot stop my irrational fears,

Nor stop asking the question, “Why?”


A cool breeze stirs a nearby field–

A pasture of strong ripening wheat,

But the sight cannot shield

The obstacles of which I cannot beat.


Crossing my path appears a butterfly,

Its wings majestic and red.

I look, but no matter how hard I try,

It does not distract me from my dread.


The noon-day sun warms my cool skin

And brightens up the world around me.

Yet beauty is lost to me, for I cannot win–

It is impossible for me to be happy.


Never before have I borne witness

To such comforts and colors so sheen.

My thoughts are dark, I must confess.

I’m just too much of a damn drama queen.

Procrastination, in Poem Form

By Persephone


We all know what needs to get done,

We know which tasks cannot be outrun.

We know this,

Yet so far from bliss

Are fulfilling our obligations

That other duties require our absorption.

For who else can paint our toenails?

Who else could clear out our old emails?

There are random youtube videos to partake–

Or the cookies we might bake.

There are so many other things we could do:

Read a book, marry a banker, or ride a bike (to name a few).

Given some thought, we could find plenty of chores.

It’s human nature to look to other shores.

However, for all these excuses, I must warn ya’

All boil down to “I don’t wanna!”


As You Can See, Money Talks

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Oh, woe is he

For whom no one will let be.

One by one, we make our demands–

Just to whom has he sold his lands?

And why would he take the poor’s health care?

As for immigrants, cannot this country be shared?

Will Trump ever discern fiction from facts,

And when has he paid his fair share in tax?

Questions bombard Cheeto from the very real news,

But our trust and this country, he decides instead to abuse.


Where have you received your money, President Cheeto?  Yeah, we see that you paid the alternative minimum tax in 2005 on the short version of your tax returns.  And no, we don’t believe that either your or a member of your staff at your behest didn’t send it.  We know you were behind it, and that’s all there was too it.  It was too benign a return, and you obviously were ecstatic to brag about it.

Seriously.  The whole thing was stupidly transparent.

But the tax return didn’t clear up anything.  You didn’t pay the full taxes for your income level because of “negative income,” but the two pages Rachel Maddow revealed didn’t say anything about where any of your income came from, negative or otherwise.  So…where did you get the money, Trump?  We want to know if foreign governments or a Russian mob genuinely are buying you off.  This would be useful information.  And while we’re at it, why not provide the rest of your tax returns?  Those two pages might satisfy your ardent supporters, but they only managed to increase the curiosity of the rest of us.  Judging by the opinion polls lately, President Cheeto, that’s most of the United States.  Don’t believe me?  It turns out that 74% of us want to see your damn tax returns already.  We want to know just where your loyalties lie.  It clearly isn’t with us.

Speaking of money, just what’s with your proposed budget?  The 30% cut to the Environmental Protection Agency isn’t a surprise (although heartbreaking all the same), but what’s up with reducing the State Department?  You want to increase military spending while decreasing our budget for diplomacy.  Your budget reads like the dictator’s handbook.  Grant tax credits to the extreme wealth at the expense of the poor’s health care? Check.  Beef up the country’s military?  Check.  Fire diplomats and put your country’s pride above all else?  Double check.  Don’t forget that he’s also giving corporations a leg up at the expense of clean air and water.  Coal might not be a sustainable industry and cause lasting damage to the environment, but those big businesses are going to milk every last dime out of this enterprise.

The money makes me sick, President Cheeto.  Your greed, as well as the greed of all those people you surround yourself with, has corrupted your judgement.  Health care isn’t about money, asshole.  It’s about saving and extending life.  Protecting the environment isn’t about somebody’s checkbook.  We protect our environment so that our children and grandchildren can inherit a planet with less debilitating baggage.  We maintain diplomacy with other countries to protect our soldiers from unnecessary war.  We spend money on science to make our lives better in the long term.

Government is not a business.  It should not be run like one.  Government is here to afford its citizens certain inalienable rights.  If you don’t know that, then you should step down from office.  Presidents should know that citizens always come first.

Photo from the New York Daily News

The Clock is Ticking: A Poem

By Persephone


Day in and day out,

The studying continues throughout.

Distractions are everywhere;

The temptation I must forbear.

The deadline is looming,

My knowledge barely blooming.

As time goes by, my willpower fades.

I barely even care about the grades.

The clock is ticking,

Yet I feel my brain shrinking.

With a process so painstaking,

God, I hate test-taking.