You know who he is, and his family’s corrupted and doomed name
Though wealth makes him appear different from other liars, inside he’s the same
He is always on ego-trip vacations, while playing deadly mind games
He occasionally achieves success, yet at such a costly price is this fame.
Just another graceless soul, trapped in his damaged ego’s morass
He raises a toast to his world, with less than a half empty glass.
While proclaiming his greatness, yet stuck in the same damaged class
As those with delusions of grandeur, and appearances of a jackass.
Spewing loud words of specious reasoning, with a rabid dog’s bark
Striving to prove his good name, yet on life’s script leaving a shit mark,
Believing he’s seen the light, yet why is his divisive mind so mired in the dark?
He needs purifying inner flames, while snuffing every divine spark.
He thinks that his life has blossomed, while not possessing love’s fragrant flower
He wants to be carried by the rivers of sweet, while making others wade through the sour
Never realizing that, over life, he holds no lasting, healing power,
He does not live in our reality, only in his ivory white supremacist Trump Tower.
He wants all the best for himself, yet he deserves life’s worst,
In Truth’s spirit he is last, yet he arrogantly portrays himself as first
He sees himself as so blessed, yet, with COVID-19 his world is incredibly cursed
He is an overblown toxic gas bubble, overdue for its final smelly burst.
THANKS FOR VOTING THIS ABOMINATION OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT OUT OF OFFICE!
Categories: Musings

Bruce

I am 69 years old, and I am a retired person. I began writing in 2016. I am married to Sharon White, a retired hospice nurse, and writer. Whose Death Is It Anyway-A Hospice Nurse Remembers Sharon is a wonderful friend and life partner of 36 years. We have three grandsons through two of Sharon's children. Readers have shown they are not interested in the rest of my bio.