and eats
steroids for
breakfast
fortifying his
constitution of
hate
uncaring that it is
he
who
is being strangled by
its grip
another trip in
the vehicle of
the spirit of
death
fear
for he is
evil
red cross-hairs his only
focus
vision narrorwer
than a length of
PVC
dreams of instant
infamy
shipped with efficiency to
silence
the enemies
of his people
as named over and over
by his
Master
a man without
shame
whose ego like a
bomb
has obliterated all
compassion
Preening
before his inbred
sycophants
as a rudderless
nation teeters on the
edge of
moral insolvency careening into
chaos
descending
into dystopia to the beat
of an EDM set at
Ultra
the bully ne plus
violence and terror a
contagion
radiating to
all
quarters
the would-be martyrs silent
as the
President mouths platitudes
before returning to his
default mode
of
Demagogue-
in Chief
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