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Friday, 25 January 2019

Star Farce

Darth Trump’s Star Force
on its way,
his Death Star’s
called the USA,
stormtroopers
in the CIA,
the Empire’s striking back.

Aliens of
an illegal kind
are buried deep
within his mind,
fear and loathing
both entwined,
he plans his next attack.

With Federal workers
unemployed,
the Death Star
heads into the void,
perhaps Darth
is a faulty ‘droid,
snackin’ on a Mac.

He said he’d build
a fortress wall,
he’d like to be
just like Darth Maul,
I hope one day
he’s gonna fall,
he’s gonna get the sack.

© Andrew Goodison


Andrew Goodison is a single father of two, full time carer and full time poet. Originally from Christchurch, he now lives in the West of Ireland.

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