I don't know who wrote this.

[gfarber]

55. Quantico Rally

At Quantico, Trump took the stage,
Expecting some cheers to engage.
But the generals stared,
Stone-faced and unimpaired,
While silence wrote him off the page.

He swaggered in loud, full of flair,
But was met with a cold, deadly stare.
“Applaud if you must,”
He begged through the dust,
As brass judged a clown unaware.

He thought it was time for a cheer,
But not even one volunteer.
“Clap if you want!”
Was his meek little taunt —
Like a lounge act abandoned mid-beer.

In a room where war’s ghosts reside,
He pleaded, but none would abide.
No claps, not a breath—
Just the stillness of death,
While his ego collapsed from inside.

His preacher rose up to declare,
That Jesus would lead every prayer.
But brass didn’t flinch,
Not giving an inch,
As war met revival mid-air.