My last verse on the perverse POTUS
On Last Looking into The Art of the Toxic Tweet
After John Keats
I have travelled where the Truth is sold
and many shady DC leaders seen:
found DT’s Towers and his clubs have been
where golfers faithful to the POTUS trolled,
and learned of brilliant deals, harsh and cold,
that won the USA as his domain.
Yet I never heard words so insane
until Trump’s toxic tweets gushed brash and bold:
I felt just like a scanner of the skies
who fears Korean missiles screaming down,
but dreaded, even more, Klan rebel cries
when POTUS praised his racist tribes—white men
rejoicing that his tweeted lures and lies
compelled a bloody coup in Washington.
Last edited by RCL; 01-22-2021 at 04:43 PM.