Donald Trump Does Not Love You

Donald Trump does not love you; 
	If you think so you’re horribly wrong.
Donald Trump does not love you.
	Really, hear me out.
Donald Trump does not love you, 
	Unless- maybe you’re super-rich, that will work. 
                        Or an oil man, we’re gonna drill, drill, drill.
        Or a despot, 
                        (he has a thing for the strongmen, the tyrants),
                                    Or Russian, North Korean, 
                       An enemy of the State. 
You know- Partners. Our new allies.

Donald Trump does not love you.
	He won’t be dropping over, ever,
					     -Would you want him to?
He won’t park it on the sectional for a cold one,
	Talk of your concerns, worries, struggles. Talk about you. Yours.
                     Not gonna happen.
                                             -Would he sneer,
        Mock your little house, your kids, your failures.
                                             -Would you see the disdain in his shifty glare,
	                  Up so close, if you pay attention. If you pay attention, you know.
Donald Trump does not love you. 
 	
Donald Trump does not love you, 
	Donald Trump will never tell you the truth,
						-How important is the truth?
Donald Trump will never give you facts,
						-Doesn’t care much for facts; too much like truth.
	He’ll tell you to drink bleach,
He’ll tell you that there are beautiful neo-nazis,
	                                         He’ll tell you what you want to hear, 
                            Or what he thinks you want to hear.
	If you want to hate minorities, he’ll tell you that’s okay,
If you want to smash your way into Congress,
                        Wrapped in the Confederate flag,
		Screaming threats to members of government 
                                                While defiling their offices,
                And killing Capitol police, 
He’ll call you a patriot. 
	If you choose to ignore that the planet is on fire
                And the sea is full of plastic 
                                               And the coastlines are sinking, 
	He’ll tell you to ignore it, not a problem. A hoax.
Donald Trump will lie to you, will lie to everyone.
	Donald Trump does not love you.
.
In the news the other day I saw that Elon Musk is going to build
	A habitat for humans on Mars, a twenty-year plan.
                                             You won’t be invited, I’m afraid. 
        Not nearly wealthy enough, I’m afraid.
Unless you’re an oil man, or an oligarch, or a despot.

Donald Trump does not love you. 
	He will leave you here on this dying sphere,
                                            And your children and their children, 
        After they’ve plundered the planet for all they can take,
                                           (We’re gonna drill, drill, drill)
	               And they’ll tell you it’s sustainable, 
This exceptional way we American’s live, 
	              That it’s all a hoax, 
        And the controls hobbling industry,
                                           Like that pesky clean air act,  
        All those environmental regulations
Need to be torn asunder,
        Removed entirely, in the name of profit, 
	                                  And he’ll tell you the killing heat and mammoth storms,
        And millions of acres succumbing to wildfire,
                                          Are natural occurrences, routine cycles of weather,
                     And keep your monster trucks and dreadnought utility vehicles,
	Because we’re Americas, exceptional, but make no mistake,
Donald Trump does not love you.

Donald Trump does not love you.
	He will say that he loves you, 
But you know way down he does not.

Donald Trump will do whatever it takes,
                                          As the beard for a cabal of greed, to become our new King,
	A despot himself, to freely accumulate wealth and power,
                                         And weasel himself from his legal imbroglios,
		Scot free, Scotus free, free to dismantle
                                         This fragile democracy. 
                He’s already promised
To take away your vote, your voice, 
                                         Our forebear’s pride, 
                The foundation established
			                 To end tyranny,
Because Donald Trump does not love you,
		But Donald Trump yearns to be your tyrant, 

And if he takes office 
	Will he let you keep your guns,
		In case you disagree, 
(been shot at once,
	He won’t risk it again),

			In the indeterminable future,
With the seas rising
	And the air burning
		On a lost planet.

Donald Trump does not love you,
	Donald Trump will not love you,
		Just ask Melania.




07/16/2024