Donnie and me: A collage retrospective

I collage therefore I am.

Donnie, simply, is.

Over the years I’ve compiled a staggering number of Trumpy collages for my FreeGnv blogs.

And still he refuses to go away. So I am doomed to do The Donnie Collage dance until the universe collapses under the sheer weight of his ego.

Here is a sampling of my Trumpie collages to date.

How did the Who know?

And what did Arthur Brown know?

Yeats warned us with ‘The Second Coming’

And suddenly, President Elon

Kipling didn’t get it

He sees all. He knows all

Panama? Greenland? He’s only just begun

Pay no attention to the Putin behind the curtain

Let’s build a nice Cuban resort for our immigrant friends

He brought a thousand clowns to The Swamp.

What? Incite violence? Me?

It’s all about The Donald

Dr. Feelgood cures what ails us

From Him we get the story

I got them old Homeland Blues again Mama

This is not what Dylan Thomas had in mind

There’s more. So much more.

But it’s all so depressing.

And I must lay down in the dark for a while.

With a cool compress for my brow.