A Poem by R. Zamora Linmark
Author: Poetry Editor
November 17, 2016
This week, a poem by R. Zamora Linmark.
TrumpSpeak: The Next Four Years
Lick my trump.
Suck my trump.
Hit and trump.
Just grab ‘em by the trump.
OMG, did you just trump me?
No trumping on the dance floor.
This kale trump-free?
Eat trump and die.
Take a trump.
Trumping: big-toe fucking.
So trumping gross.
Scratch my trump.
Trump if you do; trump if you don’t.
You. Make. Me. Wanna. Trump.
Trump at your own risk.
Trumpvasion of the trump strumpchers.
Everybody wang-trump tonight.
Everybody, trump the world.
World War Trump.
Trumpissistan: former red states of former continental U.S.
Give me liberty or give me trump.
Smell my trump.
The whole trump and nothing but.
Trailer park trumps.
Trump your trap.
Trump my day–go ahead.
Pot calling the kettle trump.
Trumplandia: formerly Florida.
Shit, I gotta take a trump.
Did you just trump all over me?
I see skies of trump, grey roses too.
Trumpitis: inflammation of the ego of self-loathers.
Trumpsexuals: 4th grade rapists.
Trumped by skintrumps; he’s now in ICU.
Trumpidextrous: cursing while praying.
Trump or dare?
True or trump?
Trump you, too.
R. ZAMORA LINMARK’s forthcoming books are Pop Verite, his fourth poetry collection from Hanging Loose Press, and These Books Belong to Ken Z, a YA title from Delacorte/Random House. He divides his time between Manila and Honolulu.