Trump - 'The Grand Experiment" (Video)

The Grand Experiment
He said I alone can solve it all:
The Mexicans will take the fall,Rapists and murderers one and all. I'll keep them out with a beautiful wall.
He claimed Muslims on the Jersey ShoreCheered 9/11 with a roar.So he proposed to even the scoreBy turning away refugees from our door.
He picked off his rivals one by oneWith insults from his verbal gun.A playground bully in his roots;Now some of the vanquished lick his boots.
Party leaders professed surprise;But said not a word as they saw him rise.Their fifty-year history brought us here:Filled with whispered expletives like nigger, and queer.
They acted as if they didn't knowThat his campaign was a toxic showAnd didn't believe he’d continue to crowWhile eager crowds watched, faces aglow.
Now their surprise has turned to dismay,But the leaders still have little to say.He's ours, they reason, and so they endorse;While with their party he rides off on a horse.
Think what he'd do if he brought into playThe FBI and NSA.Like Nixon he’d create a messWith the help of the IRS.
He could reshape the PentagonAnd stack the CourtAs if in a gameOr perverted sport.
Treaties we rely on nowHe might simply disavow;And let the Russians have their wayIf the Baltics didn’t pay.
He seems to love colorBut not every hue:Only white sheets,Blood red,Black and blue.To him that’s our nation,Through and through.
An original birther,He’s no mere apprentice.Yet he speaks without mirth orEnding a sentence.
He riles up the crowdBy mouthing hatred aloud.With a trumpet, a tweetAnd a wink and a nod,He’ll grind all his foesRight into the sod.
Or deport them like cattle,From Maine to Seattle.
The economy’s up and crime is down But his constituents are white folks,Not black and few brown.A fact that for himWarrants not even a frown.
He boasts of his billionsTill people get dizzy.But ask for returnsAnd he throws a tizzy.
The deleveraged, the macho, the unschooled and enraged:They lap up his act, his airplanes and gilt;And won’t even noticeTill the knife’s in to the hilt.
He has but one thingTo say to dissenters:I beat all the governors,And even the senators.
But sadly, he says,What you can’t beat anymoreIs the protesters at rallies – Hey, is that chick a whore?
He calls women dogsAnd his daughter hot.He’d probably tap that,If related they were not.
And speaking of dogs:He’ll wag like a pupWhen a strongman like PutinFeeds him crap to lap up.
He flirts with white powerAnd dictators abroad;Talks of conspiracies,Dark secrets and fraud.
Evidence is absentAnd so is the truth;Dissecting his meaningCan require a sleuth.
“Believe me” he’ll say,As facts slip away;And then walk it backWith an “I don’t know” crack.
He mocks the disabledAnd impugns a judge;It’s as though someone cabled“Keep sending us sludge!”
They said he would pivot,But how could he change? For this is a man Of limited range.
He says, Crush the pressAnd ignore all the mess:Constitution, statutes and all the rest.As leader, I say, I’m the one who knows best.
It’s kind of ironicSince the media made him;And then like a tonicFarewell they had bade him.
Yet he often stumblesAnd then revives.If this guy wins,What survives?
Laughing off war crimesAnd testing religion;He might leave some libertiesBut perhaps just a smidgen.
And what if he loses?It’s, I smell a rat!And now gun ownersShould ready their gats!
E pluribus unum:But in truth our fatesLikely dependOn random swing states.
By November we’ll spyOn which road we’ll go;Have we chosen the highOr selected the low.
And then the worldWill finally knowIf they need still be wary.For this man is quite scary.
To him experts are nothing,Not even the generals.He thinks himself wise,But what kind of owlScreeches all dayAnd puts on a scowl?
His hair in a rage,He’s off on a rant.His mind thinks thoughtsThat most of ours can’t.
“I’m sending the nukesAnd feel fresh as a daisy.”To him this is smart;To the rest of us, crazy.
A Muslim dad with a bookIs to him just a crook;“Who wrote that speech?”Asks the man whose own wifeMouthed words from another’s life.
And a Gold Star motherContorted in griefIs not even entitledTo simple belief;
POWs are losers –The insults abound.Why is someone so tawdryEven around?
You’ve sacrificed nothing.Not true, he replies.I’ve built businesses, buildings.And told many lies!What does it takeTo open some eyes?
I killed in New York,He boasts with a bluster;And could do it for realWhich most cannot muster.
Love trumps hate;Or so they say.But darkness is deepAnd people, clay.
Fear mixed with rageIs a potent brew.Hitler knew it.Mussolini too.
From bully to bully pulpit;How bad could it get?We survived McCarthy.But this is worse yet.
His name’s now a verb;“Trump that bitch” is the cry.I’m sure that he’s heard it;But he bats not an eye.
Ties, wine and buildingsIt’s all just a brand.Like a bogus universityBuilt on nothing but sand.
He wants immigrants out,Except for his wives.For they aloneKnow his true size.
It’s all a disaster,He says, but wait!Elect me nowAnd I’ll make it great.