At the bus stop I meet many folk
One man told me Donald Trump is great
Global warming is a myth–on -coke
Brexit is indeed a super -state
All that in five minutes at the stop
Why tell me, a cynic at the core?
His open mouth let fly, it was a flop
I am not convinced, trapped in bus doors
Do I signal arguing ‘s my sport?
Does it give him joy to convert dames?
Does he think that Trump needs my retorts
As Wittgenstein plays havoc with his memes?
I like men but not their little minds
Let them smile and wish will be defined
