The
distant isle of Attu,
the
perfect place for you,
Donald
Wearing the ring
of a lonely king
Spending your long days
staring at the raging sea
Donald
Fondly remembering the brawl,
waiting for the comeback call
You had world-wide power
embarrassingly frittered away
Donald
Continuing to gloat,
I never lost the vote
(Reminiscent of Napoleon’s exile to
Elba,
This poem suggests the Isle of Attu,
the western-
most island of the Aleutian Islands
would be the perfect
place for Donald Trump’s post-awful
presidency. Fittingly,
Attu
is just 280 miles from Russia.)
