i had a crazy dream–

donald trump had played a part:

he’d had a little stroke

and a massive change of heart

*

now all that he was worth,

he donated to the poor;

he cried for mother earth

and apologized for war.

*

he had a brand new plan,

and our country’s fate was changed–

and all because one man

had his ‘marbles’ rearranged.

*

soon it spread to other lands,

and peace accords were struck;

people everywhere joined hands

and shared the stroke of luck.