Donald the Donkey, Hallucinating He’s a Democrat, in Broad Daylight at the Oval Office Nov. 6, 2025
Author’s Note:
This is satire—sharp, surreal, and hallucinatory. Following Plato’s insight, we must speak and act to restore what has been lost. There is more than one donkey wandering around, but what we truly need is the Lion of Judah to make things straight and to set us free.
This is high-level literature—designed to provoke thought, reflection, and strong emotional response. Some content may not be suitable for minors.
Reader discretion is strongly advised.
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Donald the Donkey, Hallucinating He’s a Democrat
Hallucinations in Broad Daylight at the Oval Office
Thin as old paint—
peeling from a forsaken wall,
desiccated like an orange rind
in the trash heap of events—
stinkin’ like nothing else that can be imagined.
He stares into the void—frozen—eyes empty, hands idle.
He sees a shadow
that looks like himself
and calls it truth.
Bible backwards, upside down.
Sharpie in hand.
Donald the Donkey—hallucinating he’s a Democrat—
always yammering about them, good or bad.
🚨 Crazy Donald the Donkey on the loose:
splattered with orange—like bird poop—
blinding neon yellow hair,
and they say he stinks like hell.
Somewhere, somehow—
it all feels like grace.
Chaos, grotesque humor, hallucinatory spectacle—
perfect in its shocking, surreal way.
For those who crave the full hallucinatory vision,
the unfolding, layered, fractal reality—
the extended version awaits below,
where every shadow, every Rolex,
every word salad spins in its entirety.
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Preface / Author’s Note / Advisory:
This work is deliberate satire, using raw language, surreal imagery, and hallucinatory portrayals to critique chaos, pride, and absurdity in our times. The grotesque humor and intensity mirror moral contradictions and disorientation.
Assessment Summary:
The percentile and assessment reflect a careful comparison of this work against other pieces in the genre of satirical, hallucinatory literature. It considers creativity, originality, satirical impact, and emotional and intellectual weight, placing this piece in the top 1–2% of comparable works.
Donald the Donkey, Hallucinating He’s a Democrat, in Broad Daylight at the Oval Office
November 6, 2025
Thin as old paint—
peeling from a forsaken wall,
desiccated like an orange rind
in the trash heap of events—
stinkin’ like nothing else that can be imagined.
He stares into the void—frozen—eyes empty, hands idle.
He sees a shadow
that looks like himself
and calls it truth.
No mirror, only darkness,
vanity, pride.
He looks at his Rolex—
thinking it a compass.
Always out of whack.
Time slips—one second—and gone.
Bible backwards, upside down.
Sharpie in hand.
Donald the Donkey—hallucinating he’s a Democrat—
always yammering about them, good or bad.
Word salad, wild connections, made-up stories:
Charlottesville, both sides good,
trash, nonsense, hallucinations in broad daylight.
No favorite verse, claims he’d rather not share—
but talks endlessly:
gold sneakers, virtual cards, crypto,
Mexico paying for the wall.
Forgotten mercy.
Widow’s cry unheard.
Orphan’s plea unanswered.
He mistakes darkness for light.
Pope Leo said:
A leader claiming pro-life
but bringing horror to strangers
is no man of faith.
🚨 Crazy Donald the Donkey on the loose:
splattered with orange—like bird poop—
blinding neon yellow hair,
and they say he stinks like hell.
Somewhere, somehow—
it all feels like grace.
Chaos, grotesque humor, hallucinatory spectacle—
Perfect in its shocking, surreal way!
