Poetry from Patricia Doyne

NO KINGS RALLY – 10/18/ 25

The tangerine-faced king—

his crown is spikes of gold—

beholds some seven million who renounce him.

All 50 states are filled

with swarms of chanting woke—

some in costumes; all with homemade signs. 

*  Dissent is patriotic

*  Proud Vets  * Free Tylenol

*  We have a Constitution, not a king

*  Our only king is Elvis

*  Power to the peaceful

*  ICE should be for skating, not for hating

The tangerine-faced king

prepares a counterpunch—

an AI video: he flies a plane

and drops brown diarrhea

on throngs of peaceful marchers—

his enemies!  He showed them! He’s the king!

The excrement-encrusted

still throng with mocking signs.

Under muck, the messages are clear:

* That stuff trickling down isn’t prosperity.

*  Jesus:  OMG, you guys! That’s not what I said!

*  Charlie Brown: Dear Great Pumpkin,

    Please do something about your evil cousin.

*  Inflatable T. Rex:  Donald T–

    Rex everything he touches!

*  Lowly Worm, driving a red apple:

    My other car is RFK’s brain.

*  Know your parasites:  Dog tick (photo);

      Deer tick (photo);  Luna tick (orange face).

While fat king fantasizes

about revenge, the mob—

millions, zero gunshots, little trash—

dances in the streets,

sings some protest songs,

united to support democracy.

*  Fight truth decay

*  Who the hell’s Aunt Tifa?

*  If you’re not anti-fascist, what are you?

*  Hate won’t make us great

*  No troops in US streets

*  Help! Make Orwell fiction once again

Old tangerine-faced king,

your subjects have one dream,

one goal:  * CLEAN-UP ON AISLE 47.

We’ve caught the woke-mind virus.

Now we’ve got empathy 

and critical-thinking skills. Yes!  We, the people.

Copyright 10/2025 Patricia Doyne

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