Poetry Soup (which we could call Letters Soup, an international community of poets) sent me this book with the poetic side of this monster that, as an Argentine friend of mine says: “is a lit match in the social arsehole.”

TRUMPETER SCUMBAGSAURUS

In the North American elections

That we could call  erections “made in USA”

How many Republican brays have won a government

Losing with great sorrow other democratic brays.

After the greeting between a very stupid donkey

And another convicted donkey and a very master

To the voting and exultant plebs of Judeo-Christians

Jews, Evangelicals, Mormons, of the Ku Klux Klan

Of white supremacist terrorist hatred

Satanists, Christians and other sects

They have been seen greeting as Tsar, as Führer or as Pope

As guide, leader, leader of the American People

Spiritually, politically and militarily

To this Trumpeter Scumbagsaurus

Although he has greeted them effusively, saying:

-“You have chosen a Donkey

America Great Again”.

Let them eat their bread

If the Americans have voted like donkeys.

More the pity, and History will tell us the truth

It is that the pious, in their daily life

On Saturdays, Sundays and holidays

And the pious women of nocturnal adoration

Will offer themselves here, there and everywhere

Opening their shells to the powerful ejaculations

Of this Trumpeter Scumbagsaurus

Sent by God for his illustrious feats and wonders

Like the Assault on the Capitol

And his great Al Capone-style evils

Son of immigrants like him.

With his carnal club, this trumpeting monster

Will make an omelet of the brains of the abortionists

Closing with padlocks the happy vaginas

Of the women ready to abort.

Knowing the sufferings of homosexuals and lesbians

This formidable, supreme monster

Will put them to work in the depths of a cave

Crouching in the form of donkey asses

To see if they can extract oil

Teaching them to bray for his own glory.

Being certain that he will throw out immigrants

For eating the flesh of cats, rats and dogs

Opening only a furrow with his penis in the Mexican wall

For women to learn to bray with their cunts

Because he calls himself the defender of the fair sex

Giving all nations the good advice

To learn to bray with him, for him and in him

Because he knows very well

That only fools follow, adore and venerate him

For as he himself says:

-Even the Bible is written by and for fools.

That believers bray and will bray

Having a full manger

Is what makes him happy and tearful

Watching on TV how his money grows

Because of the shedding of blood

And the brutal genocide.

A young woman was amazed

Watching the gentleman on the cover

Exclaiming that the face of this saintly poet

Was that of a Trumpeter Scumbagsaurus.

-Daniel de Culla