by Orel Protopopescu

(With apologies to Lerner and Loewe)

“The Trump Voters Who Don’t Believe Trump”
—The New York Times

They’ve grown accustomed to his hate…
They call it “riling up the news.”
They love the music of his wails,
the Molotov cocktails
of threats and cries,
transparent lies.

They know he’d never do that crap.
It’s just the way he likes to schmooze…
He promised lots of stuff before
that never made it past his lips.
Surely only fools would think
he’d cash in all his chips.
They’ve grown accustomed to his nice,
his synonym for White,
accustomed to his hate…

They are so used to hear him say
to them, “I love you,” every day…
his hos, his lows,
his lists of foes
are second nature to them now,
like getting all their news from X.
And they’re so grateful he’s a man
who can keep women in their place,
raping them with feudal laws
and, lordly, by His Grace,
they’ve grown accustomed to a boar
who’s “fascist to the core,”
accustomed to his hate…