Day 871, Trump’s Tariffs
The world has got a brand new sheriff
And he’s set a brand new tone.
The weapon brandished is the tariff;
Trump can wield it on his own.
Trump thinks all foreign trade unfair if
Foreign folks don’t moan and groan.
And Donald’s shown us he won’t care if
Tariffs sink them like a stone.
But tariffs are like raising taxes;
All consumer prices rise.
The bluntest of all battle-axes,
Smiting all our hips and thighs,
Negotiating epistaxis—
Wrecked economies, the prize.
They last ‘til Donald Trump relaxes
And is winning in his eyes.
Is it the Donald’s narcissism
That made him decide to choose
This strategy of pugilism,
Tactics that will leave a bruise?
They smack of Donald’s atheism;
Everywhere we see the clues.
No blessings needed, nor baptism,
Tariffs, Trump’s own to abuse.
We’ve known that Chinese folks were stealing
Intellectual property
But tariffs left our farmers squealing;
(Chinese reciprocity.)
And Trump’s announcements leave the feeling
It might be stupidity
That’s making tariffs so appealing,
Classic Donald trumpery.
So, when brown folks come “caravanning,”
Why is Trump attacking trade?
Why would tariffs top his planning,
Although Wall Street is dismayed?
But wait, the fires that Trump was fanning—-
Could they have been a charade?
Perhaps from business critics panning,
Donald’s tariffs have been stayed.