A mind, a terrible thing to waste

Opinion. The views expressed are the author’s own.

This column was submitted on Sept. 21, 2026.

In two years time the hoped for end of the Trumpian Administration may come about, so some thoughts about what America’s Leader is thinking about….

It won’t be easy, you think it strange,
when I try to explain how I feel
how I still need all your love after all I have done.
the good the bad and the ugly to save a nation like ours.

You won’t believe me, all you see is a guy you have known,
even though I am dressed up to the nines as a billionaire divine.
I had to let it happen, I just had to change,
the Fed’s, the investigators are after me all the same.

Remember the days when you could look out the window each day,
and thousands, perhaps hundreds showered me with praise.
The Nation, the World needed my affirmation and helpful smile.
Yet I was not impressed by this at all, I served another call.

Seems the world was all I desired, yet had to work at it again,
to fix the economy, military and socially relevant pain.
Some accused me of creating chaos from within,
but those where my wild days, my mad existence,
I kept most promise so my people don’t keep your distance.

The crazy Progressives and ANTIFA rule the streets of America,
but they are illusions with no solutions to problems we face.
The truth has been with us all this time,
that America has been and is a Great Democracy you see,
so see that I made America in my image honestly.

Don’t cry for me America, no need to wipe my tears,
I never left you just went to Florida for a spell.
If your looking for advice I have non to say,
in fact for the first time ever my silence remains.

I may take a vacation and hopefully run away,
the enemies of my people are at the gate.
Dissatisfied and ugly this crowd maybe,
but Frankenstein I’m not so bolt I must.

Extradition is a serious game, and I know this plain,
the Billions have flown into accounts far and wide,
I work so I need a piece of the American Apple Pie 🙂
Wealthy people don’t go to jail, they simply sail away.

I know to much, the secrets of this nation are in my mind,
if they want me in jail I’ll spill my guts and let secrets flow.
So off to Saudi, Crimea or China I go.
Don’t cry for me America, you know the truth all along,
a swindler who knows his business never can go wrong.

Fortune and fame I’ve had a lot,
Ladies intrigued me and a taco image sets in my mind,
wealthy and crazy friends have showed me with gifts
but I never forgot you my little one, my precious ones one bit.

Your all welcome to visit me in a Saudi Bedouin Tent,
or a nice mansion in St. Petersburg perhaps.
My door is always open to my friends and their pets.
So don’t cry for me America, please send me your checks!

Steven Kaszab lives in Bradford, Ont.