September Poem 3: Play Your Trump Card

Feelings just as false as the trees taken

To growing their leaves gilded in gold leaf.

As fake as the gold flakes baked into each

French Baguette cooked into different patterned

Loaves. As fake as that thing on top of Trump’s

Head. Like French toast dipped in an egg wash then

Dredged through the hair shorn off a dead cat and

Fried until light and golden. She gently

Pushed down the plunger of the French press while

Skin she keeps began to take serious

The possibility to create a

Career off of Trump. Melania “Trump.”

The name had a ring to it. A 14 carat

Gold, blood diamond encrusted ring to it.

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