Modern day presidential poetry

My use of social media is not Presidential – it’s MODERN DAY PRESIDENTIAL. Make America Great Again!

We will always take care of our GREAT VETERANS. You have shed your blood, poured your love, and bared your soul, in defense of our country.

Damn. The prez is a modern day presidential freakin’ poet.

Trump. The Donald. T. The Verse-o-nator in Chief. The modern day presidential Shakespeare, not some Fake Shakespeare in the Park.

Dig:

You have shed your blood, poured your love, and bared your soul, in defense of our country.

That extra comma, it blows my mind. It grooves thunkishly. It shudders like a fucked up carburetor. Or an unexpected belch: Mama mia that was a spicey meat ball.

Perhaps he’s channeling Captain Kirk’s speech patterns:

No blah, blah, blah!

That’s modern day presidential poetry, baby,

the blood,

the love,

the soul,

the comma.

Fingers snap, saxophones play.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by tweets,

starving hysterical naked,

sad.

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Tweets

Donald Trump has tweeted Bernie Sanders supporters eight times in 24 hours, more than Bernie has tweeted Bernie Sanders supporters. Donald is tweeting new messages to them, Bernie is tweeting old slogans. I haven’t seen any Bernie supporters mentioning anything that Bernie has tweeted them (“If this country stands for anything, we have to stand with those people who came home from war injured in body and soul”), but they sure are talking about the same things Trump is tweeting them (“Tim Kaine is, and always has been, owned by the banks. Bernie supporters are outraged, was their last choice. Bernie fought for nothing!”). Perhaps it is a coincidence. Perhaps not.