Describing Donald


Donald J. Trump

Disgusting Donald Derides Democracy
Despicable Donald Disperses Drivel
Denier Donald Denies Deaths
Dishonorable Donald Defies Direction
Disturbed Donald Does Detrimental Damage Daily.

Ugly truth


When I was little I called him uncle Evsei. He was so nice. Who knew he was the exact opposite.

Evsei Agron was my uncles best friend. He was intelligent and funny. I thought he was kind. He was murdered in the street when i was 8. My mom went to the funeral where feds were all around, dozens of them she told me when I was in my twenties.

I was about sixteen home sick from school and flipping through channels. There I was on the Discovery Channel looking at Evsei’s face. I watched the program, learning about uncle Evsei crying and shocked. How could it be? How could he do those things? So many questions formed and my mother had few answers. Reality finally took hold. People aren’t what they seem.

http://gangstersinc.ning.com/profiles/blogs/russian-boss-evsei-agron

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The long distance kiss.


Repost from 2007

She blew him a kissIt was shaped like her lipsHe caught it with prideFor it had made quite a trip.

Over the citiesAnd the great sea.A wondrous voyageIt had turned out to be.

So once it arrivedIt was placed with great careOn the forehead belongingTo a most royal heir.

He smiled as he felt itRush through his veins.This kiss that brought with itThe cure for his pains.

 

Copyright ©2007 Veronica Romm

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Ode to Edie: Andy’s Superstar


One from the Archives

Mayflower girl surrounded by sins.
East coast blue blood coursing through her veins.
Santa Barbara born, raised in the bins,
Escaped to New York to ease her pains.

Poor little rich girl, embraced by the crowd.
She’s danced like a goddess
And the maker was proud.

Watching as she groped for love and affection.
Welcoming her with his arms open wide.
She couldn’t
Much help it when “
It” garnered attention.

He liked all the money and elite cache.
Edie and Andy sounded right, kindred spirits,
With each other to play.

Yet times were quickly changing,
As she was led into the dark.
She looked in the mirror; scarred and ravaged
How did she lose that brilliant spark?

Girl on fire rescued from the flame.
At the Chelsea hotel alone, how far
She had plunged from her fifteen minutes of fame.

Andy created his masterpiece with care.
Then watched as the pieces fell one by one,
Dominoes falling in unison to the sound of despair.

The day she died was just another day.
He pretended and postured, but the truth was in the end
He claimed be barely knew his fragile protégé
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 Copyright ©2008 Veronica Romm

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