dreamed of a movie

starring jared leto

playing donald trump

playing president

he was reprising his role

as Rayon from that movie

set in dallas

with matthew mcconneggay (sp)

he wore a blonde trump wig

and frankly, looked rather divine

with a tiny diamond stud attached

to the top of his cheekbone

[it was real

in the skin

not one of those paste ons]

he walked with a swagger

sticking out his bulge

wearing a Liberace cape

barking orders

[to people off screen]

surrounded by six exotic women

each walking a little black dog

that looked like the devil

then he approached a podium

in a cavernous stadium

packed to the rim

with believers

his speech was simple

and to the point

kill everyone not like us

then everyone cheered

and held up signs

tied to rifles

that said this was the end of the world

and they fired their guns to the sky

but then something happened

they did not expect

Kong appeared out of the west

[that new, giant Kong]

and the great ape smashed the stadium

and everyone in it

then picked up trump

dropped him into his mouth

chomped down

and i woke up

– relieved

[leto was oscar worthy

like always]


This is the twenty-eighth poem of my personal 30-day poetry challenge to break away from the machine to think about things that don’t matter. I have no idea what I’m doing. – Jim

The Texas Way
St. Croix v. Belize

Jim Mitchem

Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. @jmitchem on twitter. First novel, Minor King, out now.

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