SELF PORTRAIT, acrylic on canvas, 20 x 16 |
2017-8-24,
Dear President Dunce Trump,
I learned to write limericks feeding the beast,
But
you show no interest in doing your job.
You’re conducting your duties without
even your least,
Cultivating the desperate and pandering to the mob.
2017-8-23, Dear Pres. Dummy,
Your Rah-Rah in
Arizona last night,
Demonstrates, illustrates Your spoiled brat rights.
I can’t
continue to watch your political show.
It’s worse than even that TV low.
.2017-8-23, Dear Prez.,
What a Funny! To see the
photo of you gazing up.
Like stupid made visible for all to see.
“I’m above the
law, all laws,” You believe
The sun’s light could damage others but “Not Me!”
Ha, ha, ha – funny!
"2017-8-22, Dear Pres. D. Jumpy Trump,
Instinct
for the jugular
Is not as useful as a well-developed mind.
Your short-term
gains of money or power,
Precedes your ridicule by All, in due time."
"2017-8-21 Eclipse Day, Dear Pres. Trumpilump,
You speak tonight for serious Afghanistan stomping.
Wall street Loves
mass death and dumping.
Can you control your ego magnification,
When speaking
to All the nation?"
"2017-8-20 Dear Pres. Dumpy Trumpy-poo,
"2017-8-20 Dear Pres. Dumpy Trumpy-poo,
Courage
is counted first among virtues,
But this quality you lack.
Bully bluster is
your substitute,
But won’t save you from being sacked."
"2017-8-19 Dear Pres. Bozo Trump
The news holds no power to cheer me up.
U.S.A. Leader in the White House is a putz.
No class, no style, much less wit.
But the lack of courage is the sorriest bit."
The news holds no power to cheer me up.
U.S.A. Leader in the White House is a putz.
No class, no style, much less wit.
But the lack of courage is the sorriest bit."
"
2017-8-19 Dear Doofus De-Trump,
You must thank
the great Kwakiutl
For teaching his people to bathe everyday,
Making his
faithful’s immunities nil,
Thus your ancestor’s habitual filth could kill."
"2017-8-18 Dear President 45,
"2017-8-18 Dear President 45,
Your good fortune
is a gift from others,
Family built your distorted cushion,
Luck handed thus by
forebears smothers,
And deluded you into a fool of the Russians."
"
2017-8-17 Dear Dooby Prez.
Don’t confuse your instinct for the jugular
with ability or wit.
You might discover a true mirror that shows
your profound character debit.
Bah-da-Boom!"
" 2017-8-16 Dear Prez. of USA, Don’t confuse your instinct for the jugular
with ability or wit.
You might discover a true mirror that shows
your profound character debit.
Bah-da-Boom!"
Then I have used this image for some.
DAYDREAM, acrylic on canvas, 24" x 36" |
We humans forget the fragility that’s ours,
Building supports for malleable constitutions.
You are a threat
So Jesus wept
Over Trump’s predator institutions."
"
2017-8-15 Dear Prez. Trumpkins,
You play the racist rule
To manipulate troubled fools
Who willingly kneel,
To some superior feel
In your polluting pool.
Ha, ha, you big Joker!"
You play the racist rule
To manipulate troubled fools
Who willingly kneel,
To some superior feel
In your polluting pool.
Ha, ha, you big Joker!"
This is another image I have used on postcards to the current Leader.
SEARCH FOR A METHOD, acrylic on canvas, 30" x 30" |
"2017-8-5 Dear Prez. Doofus, (Trumpy, Trumpy,
Frumpy)
What a mess
with you in charge.
A cruel joke on us
Looming Large.
2017-8-4 Dear Prez. Trumpy,Poor Mussolini and so sad Hitler’s end.
But none so cursed
pitied by future Earthlings,
As You, the Grand Greed Goofling.
"2017-8-3 Dear Mr. President
Human beings write histories,
Prez. Trumpy in the midst.
Future parents will warn their progeny,
BEWARE! You could end like this!
(pointing at your image)
Human beings write histories,
Prez. Trumpy in the midst.
Future parents will warn their progeny,
BEWARE! You could end like this!
(pointing at your image)
" 2017-8-2 Dear President Doofus Thrumpy,
Is getting massive jumpy.
No More family love, No more ties that bind.
Immigration only for fees and money."
Is getting massive jumpy.
No More family love, No more ties that bind.
Immigration only for fees and money."
" 2017-8-1, There once was a President Buffoon,
Who danced to a Russian tune.
He tried to eat money, dipped in raw honey
but choked by the light of the moon.
Dear Mr. President, A limerick for you! "
Poetry is difficult!!
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