Poetry: A Friend Now Lost

Cohen, Cohen, Cohen, crossed

Trumpy had a friend now lost

Blowin’, Blowin’, Blowin, Where?

Blowin’ to the Atmosphere

Slowin’, Slowin, Slowin, down

Trumpy’s grimace now a frown

Rowin’, Rowin’, Rowin’ out

He will flip with little doubt

Growin’, Growin, Growin, shame

Trumpy knows that he’s to blame

Throwin’, Throwin’, Throwin’, bale

He’ll be locked up, sent to jail

Brian D. King

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