I wrote this before Trump was elected.  I was never a fan, but thought I would give him a chance.  That idea left very quickly, I find him to lack empathy, back out of things we should still be in WHO contributions, Climate Change pacts & conferences, encourages racial discord, makes friends with our enemies like Putin and Kim Jong-un and alienates our allies.  It is time to get him out before our standing in the world further deteriorates.

People say I’m
orange.
That my father
is an orangutan,
that my hair
is a laughable
comb over.
My wife copies
other’s speeches
& looks like a
Barbie doll.
I act as if
it doesn’t hurt,
all the comments,
but it stings.
My whole life
I have acted
immune.
Immune to criticism,
that I was
born with a silver
spoon in my mouth,
only was successful
because my father
lent me money.
I did only what
was good for myself,
man handled and
googled eyed women,
then just as quickly called
them pigs and dogs & asked
managers to fire those who I
didn’t deem “looked hot”.
I screwed people
out of money,
architects, builders,
contractors, poor
people trying to get
an education.
People don’t see the
real me, the guy
that made 14 million
into 3 billion. Who
gave lots of people
jobs & success, who would
run for a political office
just to further my ideals
and no matter how painful
it gets for my family & my
wives, I continue seeking my goal.
I despise anyone who
disagrees with me,
Rosie, beauty queens,
Hillary, John McCain,
and the Bushes.
Because they don’t see
the real me,
the unselfish guy
the one who deserves all
this, but everyone is
too critical, to see this.
Don’t run over me
or I will run over you.
Underneath there is a hurt
little boy, trying to soothe
my inner child.
Painful, sensitive, lashing
out at all who cause me pain.
Because I am in pain
I hide this secret
of wanting to be liked and
admired from everyone,
including myself.

10-16 Jewel Roberts