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Trumpmares: Fever Dreams of an Indicted Man

A Poem by Dr. Barry Lubetkin / New York City

They promised no perp walk. Liars!

So many immigrants in the crowd,

yelling, shoving, cursing.

Told to keep my head down.

All laughing at me, pointing.

“Put your fingers out and press hard,”

growls the Muslim guard.

Little hands, little fingers,

little prints, little man.

“Wipe your sweaty face and stop posing.

Nobody gives a shit anymore.

”Mug shot done, sweat beads drip.

Trial jury doesn’t smile back.

All monstrous, numb eyes.

Blacks, Asians, Jews, pregnant women.

Fucking liberals all, not a white man in the lot.

Smiling, gleeful Michael Cohen

for the People.

Wild-eyed Marjorie Taylor Greene

for the defense.

She winks at me and mouths, ”Lie.”

Pence, the judge,

writes GUILTY on his notepad,

then starts the trial.

The gallery is eager. For blood.

Soros in the back row,

Schiff and Kamala almost panting.

DeSantis writing his acceptance speech.

Melania and Bragg sharing a secret.

Weisselberg, my new Rikers cellmate.

Emaciated, weak.

Hate, insults hurled against the bars.

Both of us begging the other

For forgiveness.

Never offered.


Barry Lubetkin, Ph.D. is the co-director and co-founder of the Institute for Behavior Therapy in New York City. The Institute for Behavior Therapy is the oldest private cognitive behavior center in the United States.



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