He calls himself a cheerer upper
that drooling simp,
that cretinous, sludge-blooded
syphilitic pimp.
"Come on get happy
and make it snappy
or just shovel shit
if your hair is nappy."
We've had enough
of fatty with the golf cart
with the cabinet he got
on sale at Walmart.
The baby in chief
is just illusion super sized
whose stupid cryto coin
has 'em all hypnotized.
He's filling his diaper
at his ghost town parade
afraid that we're hip to
his strongman charade.
He's a crying, crapping, superannuated fake
with his spineless, goggle-eyed, parroting rummies
who will blow themselves up like fingerless rubes--
his red-hatted cosplay crash test dummies.
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for Word Garden Word List--The Catcher In the Rye
I am RELISHING every. Perfect. Word.
ReplyDeleteWow! Superbly on point and such a unique and powerful use of the words - Jae
ReplyDeleteOH YES! Love. love. love. (Jo)
ReplyDeleteAs they say, tell us how you really feel. I can't argue with one word of this, and I particularly like 'sludge-blooded' and the wal mart cabinet. Clever and cutting.
ReplyDeleteI love every line of this poem. You have captured the dumpster fire of a madman we have at the helm, and all things red hat delusional.
ReplyDelete"He's filling his diaper / at his ghost town parade" Bwahahaha!
ReplyDeletei was expecting donny osmond ... no idea why?
ReplyDelete~~ this epic poem deserves an "un-fucking believable!" With a BRAVA thrown in for good measure.
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