Alcatraz

Alcatraz. May 6th, 2025

Trump is opening Alcatraz
Politicos, media,
Movie stars, fans,
All the usual Razzmatazz.

Eastwood and Connery,
“Thought you were dead.”
“Nay. too ornery.”
That’s all they said.

Nicholas Cage, Ed Harris.
Stood looking embarrassed.
“The Rock looks the same.”
“Our claim to fame.”

King Trump appears
At the opening gate
He smiles, he shouts,
He gesticulates.

“We are opening the prison
For all the bad people.
Don’t ask me the reason.”
“We won’t!” Shout the sheeple.

The seagulls swoop low
To take a look at the show.
“Look out below!”
Bird shit falls like snow.

Trump is covered
In white seagull poop.
The seagulls hovered
For another swoop.
The people all scatter
They cry in alarm.
The prison doesn’t matter.
Attire came to harm.

Trump climbed into his
Fancy big chopper.
The crowd was stunned.
It had all come a cropper.

Alcatraz remains
The home of the gulls.
The birds are all squawking
In a chorus of lulz.

The prison is quiet.
The tourists stay away.
The seagulls make sure
Alcatraz stays that way.

TJM