Mr. President
Bellicose and corpulent,
puffy, crass and petulant,
city bred and country fed,
an orange and artificial cad,
his weathered hide belied, belied
by snowy white around his eyes,
veneer of lies and lies and lies,
as flaccid as his power ties,
such little wisdom, such childish cries,
a nation's tantrums realized,
a hammer of anxiety,
a hateful cup of weakish tea,
bloated sushi stuffed with shame,
chaos sport, envy game,
mind full of scraps, friend to bomb,
source of waste and shattered norms,
obfuscation and Twitter storms,
contracts torn and soft core porn,
such woeful aches of slow reform,
as our nation wakes to cage and harm,
and democracy's structures procrastinate,
shocked and awed. Too late, too late.
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