REFER TO GREY: Contemplations by Robert Greigos © 2007-2025

I see you, Trump
     I see you,
     the real
     actual
     unmasked
     completely
     transparent
     and naked
     you.

I soul_ute you, too,
     you pathetic bastard,
     you piss for brains,
     preening and posing,
     oh so arrogant fool.

Have a drink, Mr. Trump.
     Let’s all have a drink.
     Another, let’s have another.
     Sad you don’t imbibe.
     But I do. We all should.
     Drink up. Drink up everyone.

Celebrate. Yahoo.
     For nearly all is lost.
     Sad, so very sad.
     And all for what?
     A chance to say you did?
     So very very sad.
     Sad for you, you fool.
     Sad for the rest of us, too.

Some people have even liked you.
     Hard to explain, but true.
     And what did you do?
     You lied to them.
     You bilked them of money.
     You betrayed them their trust.
     You built your faery castles
     on their precious dreams.
     with their honest hopes,
     ignoring almost all
     their actual frustrations.

One million souls died
     on the stake of your
     ignorance and lies.
     The Chinese at fault?
     Never a bit of responsibility
     taken by you. No.
     None at all.
     “Try bleach in your arms”??
     Pathetic.
     Profoundly ignorant.
     Vomit inducingly
     shameless.

Let loose Free Speech, you say?
     But free speech is not
     solely emotion and vitriol,
     nor intent to vanquish.
     Nor is it faery tales
     to feed your vanity.
     Free speech is the embodiment
     of considered thought,
     and felt concerns.
     It is honest questions,
     possible solutions
     that could be considered.
     It is promise and pledge.
     It is expertise,
     knowledge, and
     scars earned wisdom.
     It can be humor
     and affection.
     It can also be disagreement.
     But it is not war.
     Nor is it belittlement,
     or disrespecting ridicule.
     It certainly is not violence.

Drink up, I say. Drink up.
     Our world, our
     blood earned world,
     is being torn down.
     Not all Trump’s fault, to be sure.
     All his self-serving enablers,
     those are the ones.
     Those who would trade
     their own dignity
     and all of our futures
     for a brief taste of power
     and Trump anointed
     glitter and booty.
     Those are the ones,
     charmed and enamored
     of his foolhardy majesty,
     Trump, the would be King.

King of what?
     Destruction?
     Crime?
     Corruption?
     License?
     Theft and deception?
     Of untruth and lies?
     Of distortions
     and mayhem?
     Of confusion
     and most of all
     ignorance?

The would be Emperor
     has no clothes.
     We see him clearly.
     He is empty of goodness.
     He is selfishly arrogant,
     ignorance incarnate.
     He is a failed human being,
     pathetic to the core,
     unworthy even of sympathy,
     for he insists on his righteousness,
     the truth of his delusions,
     and the power of his ridicule.
     But of actual beneficial
     accomplishment?
     There is none.
     He is empty of substance,
     a mirage of false hope,
     a grabpost for desperation
     and lack of knowledge,
     a bottomless pit of
     hurtful useless imaginings.

Who taught you life is a zero-sum game?
     Where, for each winner there
     must be a host of losers?
     That father of yours?
     That school you went to?
     The friends you hang out with?
     They are all wrong,
     wrong to the very core.
     Nothing is built without help,
     without equitable good faith,
     without cooperation, without
     inspiration and encouragement,
     without advice and resource,
     without even an appreciative
     pat on the back after earnest and
     effective efforts have been made.
     
Sadly, that is how you too were built.
     You are their creation,
     a creation of your father,
     your friends, your school.
     You are even a creation
     of all the rest of us.
     We all share in responsibility
     for creation of the monstrosity
     you have become.
     Better parenting, better schooling,
     a more responsibly caring
     community, they all might
     have made a difference,
     helped create an actual
     praise worthy adult of you.
     But, they haven’t.
     They definitely haven’t.

Drink up, all. Celebrate hardy.
     For this is what we’ve wrought.
     It is we too who have helped
     make Trump what he is.
     Hail this would be King??
     King of the end?
     Of all our ends?
     May he choke on his
     fantasized and brutalized
     accomplishments.
     May we all choke
     on our enablement,
     of him and of all his far
     too many minions.

Drink up. Swallow deep
     of this mean cruel brew
     we’ve all cooked up,
     for ourselves,
     for all of our far too selfish,
     penny-pinching,
     short-sighted,
     ignorant,
     unthinking,
     blame someone else
     selves.

Drink up.
     And shame on us all,
     for our inattention,
     for our lack of inclusive caring,
     for our confused incompetence,
     for our ineffectiveness
     even when we did care.
     Shame. Shame on all of us
     for this sad sad outcome
     we’ve all had a hand
     in bringing forth.
     Shame on us all.

Somebody, at some point,
     should have “slapped him
     upside the head,”
     somebody who knows,
     knows clearly that life,
     life itself is a full blown loser
     when played as a
     zero-sum game.
     Especially with guns.
     Especially with hate and envy.
     Especially with disregard
     for consequence to all.
     If we were really great,
     as Trump himself insists
     he would have us become,
     there would be no losers.
     None. None at all.