Trump Poem
This is what democracy now looks like,
a boor talking loud trash over at the bar
left to go on for fear of making him mad,
arranging chairs to ward off a mad
dog that already bit him, mouth frothing like
another beer left to go flat at the bar
for all the women not coming back to the bar.
Now those who don't know why he's mad
either leave or like what they see and like
what they like, at the bar, sitting mad.
No comments:
Post a Comment