Trump, In Verse

It’s a beautiful term, yet considered old-fashioned:
you’d go to a place to buy food, pay with cash, and
then bring home some eggs, packs of bacon (not kosher). These
types of comestibles I now call “groceries.”

Hamburger patties and jars full of pickles,
gumballs sold from a machine for a nickel,
milk in a carton and canned goods for sale,
butchers who’d put their thumbs right on the scale.

Boxes placed so high that you’d have to stretch up,
bottles of my favorite condiment, ketchup,
ice cream and chips, Country Time lemonade.
(Mom never set foot there; we’d just send our maid.)

Now, with my tariffs, it’s all gonna cost more.
As far as support goes, it seems that I’ve lost your.
Once impacts are felt, we’ll divide into two camps:
the rich will get richer – the rest will need food stamps.