The King of Chaos. I was on my way to a local hotel/restaurant to read my Trump poem from a few days ago when I saw a woman selling this pinata beside the road. I braked, turned around and went to buy it. A man, seeing me buying it, stopped to buy one as well. “Does it have anything inside?” He asked. “No, you have to cut it open in back and fill it,” I answered. “What should we fill it with?” asked his female companion. “I’d suggest filling it with baloney,” I answered. Both the poem and the pinata were a great hit at the reading and the editor of the local paper asked for a copy.