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The Tyrant In My Mind

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A poetic exploration of a mind poisoned by the omnipresent specters of Donald Trump and E. Musk. This piece hopefully captures the relentless mental siege and especially the detox from Trump's toxic influence. It is a vivid depiction of inner turmoil and the quest to reclaim clarity and freedom.

Each waking thought, his specter reappears,
A gaudy brute who feeds on hate and strife.
He storms my mind, his voice ignites my fears,
Corrupting every corner of my life.

The day revolves around his endless schemes,
His hollow boasts, his hunger to devour.
No peace remains; he's in my quiet dreams,
A toxin twisting beauty into power.

He plants his clone, the shadow by his side,
Their chaos spreads, infecting all I see.
My world is stained; what’s pure is pushed aside,
And every thought bends back to tyranny.

But shall I let him reign inside my head?
This crude usurper, thriving on my rage?
No. I will cleanse the ground his words have bled,
And strip his rule from my soul’s sacred page.

I’ll dig him out, unroot his toxic seed,
And let my thoughts grow quiet, clear, and whole.
No more his poison makes my spirit bleed;
I’ll find again the freedom of control.

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Trumpmind poisonmental detoxpsychological struggletyrannypolitical toxicityinner conflictclarityfreedomhealing

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Comments

Rolph David

Sat 25th Jan 2025 17:19

Hello Naomi, Stephen, Red Brick Keshner & Nigel,
Thank you very much for appreciating my poem with a ‘like’. I am honoured by your recognition.
Have a nice evening,
best regards,
Rolph

Rolph David

Sat 25th Jan 2025 17:17

Hello Stephen,
Thanks for your lines and wishes. Yes, this trans-Atlantic douchebag and his clone have actually managed to hijack my mind to the point where I'm barely able to think normal thoughts that don't have to do with these two, three, four cretins. It's all so toxic...the whole world...somehow I have the feeling that humanity, its behaviour is going in a really horrible direction right now...hence today's poem. I want a Trump detox...I want my old sanity back! Now! And Forever!
Have a nice evening,
best regards,
Rolph

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 25th Jan 2025 08:54

A good, positive conclusion, Rolph. Don't let the bastards grind you down!

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