Politico

Trump.

I Said it.

I bet it tasted sour.

Did it roll off your tongue with mercuric ease?

Or did it linger with a pervading pungency.

 

News heads will babble.

The masses will dabble

in affairs they clearly.

Cannot begin to grapple.

 

Look beyond the screen

Past the pixels be keen

Before your two pennies or nickel

COME OUT AS A SCREAM

 

(thank you)

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My country
Our world
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