30 Jul 2017 – Sonnet
Six months in – a seething stool,
soaking all the West Wing’s rugs.
Are things “Great” enough yet, tool?
You still smiling? You still smug?
In a single week this swine:
nauseates the Chiefs of Staff,
paints police with loathesome slime,
barfs on Boy Scouts for the laugh.
Some are wealthy, yet are poor.
Some are poor, and yet are rich.
Sometimes nations play the whore.
Some kings do not wear a stitch.
You weren’t duped, so why complain?
You know White Trash sips champagne!