Trump has fallen
under the thrall
of being haunted by his death –
in The White House.
Frightened, he must keep on non-stop creating chaos
evading the bills death keeps bringing him to pay
Ceaselessly demolishing haphazarded ly rebuilding
destroying reinstalling smashing adding
staircases that lead no where
doors that lead to fifteen foot drops
windows opening into walls
The bafflingly hidden complex answer to a simple question, “Why?”
The “Why?” is answering us 24/7 – we just need to listen.
The no plan plan is no longer a mystery when understanding
that the 220,000+ he fired and may or may not rehire
that the seventy six disruptive executive orders
and the 20-some paid to be installed to bring alive
the Frankenstein of Project 2025
with the mottos
of
”Make Mars Great Again” and “Drill, Baby Drill”,
the details of Trump’s White House
mystery house remodel project
has details designed to confuse basic truths
of
up and
down and
confusing dark with light
designed to
try to confuse Death.
The gargantuan sensationalist Project 2025 installation
is attempting to ward off death, like Trump too, and has more chaos added in the balconies and windows added inside rather than outside,
chimneys that stop short of ceilings, trap doors and spy holes
to catch and confuse death – they mistakenly call liberals.
The government company run by Trump and owned by Big Oil, Elon and Others,
has a sister in San Jose.
The California sister is the Winchester Mystery House. It too has a maze
a labyrinth of chaos, a house teeming with allusions, imaginings and ideas.
Built with money created from cruelty, loss and grief, the monstrous seven stories with no apparent rhyme or reason no master plan each maze of halls more confusing than the next a house like The White House Inhabitant
under never ending destructions built on the orders of escaping death with a death denying rifle mind as chaotic as both houses themselves.
©️ March 2025 Much Love, Deb Poems

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