Triumph Tower

ON INAUGURAL EVE

On Inaugural Eve high up in Trump Tower, 

The Donald reflected on his newfound power.

The conservative masses had come out in force, 

And delivered a victory that would chart a new course.

The snowflakes were shell-shocked with tears in their eyes, 

The media lied to them. What a surprise!

They had been promised a Hillary win,

But the criminal Clinton took a blow on her chin.

And though from all corners celebrities flew, 

They made no impression, for they hadn’t a clue.

They talked about climate, racism, and such,

And stories they told showed they didn’t know much.

The fake news and ignorance came at great cost, 

And they can’t understand all the reasons they lost. 

They blame it on Comey and Bernie and Vlad,

But fail to acknowledge the one who was bad.

Yes, Hillary Clinton, in many ways flawed, 

Was her own biggest hurdle toward getting the nod. 

The campaign exposed her corruptness and greed,

And her speeches were punch-less as ten dollar weed.

So out in the streets there arose a great clatter, 

It was Soros-paid rioters and Black Lives Matter. 

With cities to pillage and windows to smash, 

They knew not the issues, but wanted the cash.

Eight years of Obama had given them cause, 

To expect a replacement of their Santa Claus. 

But soon the protestors will all feel the pain, 

When the wheels fall off of their old gravy train.

And now all the snowflakes are riddled with fear, 

Upset and offended by all that they hear. 

The cocoa and crayons may help for a while, 

But fact-based reporting will soon cramp their style.

At first I supported, and voted, for Cruz, 

In the end, I would vote for whomever they’d choose. 

He wasn’t my first choice, but soon I would cede,

The one they call Trump is the one that we need.

The Champ!

I saw him on TV in front of a crowd,

He spoke about veterans, it made me feel proud. 

He spoke about energy, safety, and jobs, 

Taking us back from the Washington snobs.

He was dressed in Armani, all tailored and neat, 

And the Brunos he wore made his outfit complete. 

For a man of his vintage, he seemed very fit,

And he looked presidential, I have to admit.

His eyes glowed like embers, his smile was the best, 

And his hair was the color of my old hunting vest. 

His love for this country was on full display,

And his actions spoke louder than his words could say.

He thanked all his voters, and before he was gone, 

Saved thousands of jobs while Obama looked on. 

The fate of this country left nothing to chance,

So, he filled out his cabinet weeks in advance.

The men he had chosen were of the same mind, 

Let’s set the bar high, and not lead from behind. 

He picked up his phone as he rose from his seat,

With a flick of his finger, he sent out this tweet; 

"Now Mattis! Now Kelly! Now Sessions! And Pruitt! 

On Perry! On Flynn! You’re the ones who can do it.

Start lifting restrictions; start building the wall, 

Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!” 

The roar of his audience rose from the stands,

He kissed all their babies and shook all their hands. 

He answered their questions and calmed all their fears,

Till they knew it would be a fantastic four years. 

Then he jumped in his limo, and off to his jet, 

A fellow the Leftists won’t soon forget.

He sent one more tweet as the evening expired; 

"Happy Inaugural to all, 

and, OBAMA,

YOU’RE FIRED!”

Welcome home, Mr. President!

~ by Tony Olson - courtesy of TOM - lightly emended by FT