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POETRY<br>Skeletor to Donald Trump<br>by J. Bradley

Image © Mattel. 

Your credit rating speaks for you.
You starve families out of their homes.
I only threaten to conquer kingdoms.
I could write a book about what you don’t know.

You starve families out of their homes.
Casino chips hail onto the Jersey shore.
I could write a book about what you don’t know.
I’ll cover my throne with your hide.

Casino chips hail onto the Jersey shore.
You promise borders to keep out darker skin tones.
I’ll cover my throne with your hide.
What sound bite will rally your troops today?

You promise borders to keep out darker skin tones.
You are what you think your subjects need.
What sound bite will rally your troops today?
They’re bringing drugs, they’re bringing crime.

You are what you think your subjects need.
You never think of who is beneath you.
They’re bringing drugs, they’re bringing crime.
You are an architect of ash and salt.

You never think of who is beneath you.
Your credit rating speaks for you.
You are an architect of ash and salt;
I only threaten to conquer kingdoms. 


J. Bradley is a writer based out of Orlando, FL. He is the author of the graphic poetry collection, The Bones of Us (YesYes Books, 2014), with art by Adam Scott Mazer. His chapbook, Neil, won Five [Quarterly]'s 2015 e-Chapbook Contest for Fiction. He runs the Central Florida-based reading series/chapbook publisher There Will Be Words and lives at iheartfailure.net

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