By Bruce A. Smith

The following poem was written by a long-time Democrat friend, Dave Mitman. Dave has always put his money where his mouth was, and gave a couple bucks to local candidate Darcy Burner in 2008 and 2010. He even put up yard signs for Obama in 2012, and slapped a “Feel the Bern” bumper sticker on his pick-up this year.

But he never wrote a poem about a politician before. That’s how angry Dave is.

In his email to me with his poem, “Putin’s Puppy,” he prefaced it with a little note:  “I realized I had way to much time on my hands when I started to write a poem. Could not help myself as this was therapeutic. Hope you enjoy, and if you wish pass it on. Also, I refuse to use a capital “T” for trump; he does not deserve one.”

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Putin’s Puppy

by Dave

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Putin bought a brand new puppy.

He called his puppy little trumpie.

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Now trumpie comes when Putin calls.

He sits, he begs, he’ll catch a ball.

A pat upon his head he needs,

for on your praise his ego feeds.

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Putin is both smart and wise.

He looked his trumpie in the eyes.

My dog is lonely I must say,

he needs a friend with which to play.

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My lap dog Rex is who I’ll get,

to play with trumpie, my new pet.

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Now Rex is a digger I am told,

he’ll dig and dig for that black gold.

But trumpie likes to dig holes too,

the two of them make quite a crew.

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Poor mother earth is in great fear,

she knows those mongrel dogs are near.

They’ll rape and pillage and pollute,

and Putin doesn’t give a hoot.

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It’s wealth and power Putin seeks,

he’ll keep his trumpie at his feet.

His lap dog Rex he’ll keep close by,

and Mother Earth can only cry.

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Pandora once upon a time,

released much evil on mankind.

But Hope had also been set free,

so now it’s up to you and me.

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But Hope alone it will not do,

for work it takes to pull us through.

So my friends be strong of heart,

for each of us must do our part.

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Like little drops of rain that fall,

the waters rise and breach the wall.

If all of us stand strong and true,

there is no thing that we can’t do.