Billionaire

The billionaire walked into the white house
and the women marched on Washington.

You can't save Eden
by electing the serpent.

The Devil doesn't have horns
and carry a pitchfork.
He plays golf and wears Brioni suits.

He bathes in narcissism
parades naked through superlatives.
His words are tipped
with a contagion called Hate snd
his tongue is a corkscrew
that twists out lie after lie.

He surrounds himself with fools
too weak to speak up or out
they carry his ego
like a bridal train.

The GOP goosestep down
Pennsylvania Avenue.    

He installed a revolving door
in the White House.
His nose grows longer
every time he opens his mouth.

He denies global warming
dismantled the EPA
A one man hurricane
left Puerto Rico out in the rain.

He consciously fans the flames
of racial tension
while likening himself
to Abraham Lincoln.

He plays the victim
quotes Hitler saying
the "lying press" is
out to get him.

On the border
children have watched fireworks of freedom
from his crowded kennels where
they cry for their parents
still.

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Hey, James, 

The idea of Donald Trump running for president again both angers and terrifies me. 

I read this morning that there are nearly a thousand children who were separated from their parents that still have not been reunited with them, so I pulled out this poem that I wrote while he was still in office. 

The line about him parading naked through superlatives is supposed to be an allusion to the fairytale The Emperor's New Clothes, where emperor hires two tailors who promise to make him a set of remarkable new clothes that will be invisible to anyone who is either incompetent or stupid, but nobody gets it. 

If it is just too political for you and you are not comfortable reading it, that's fine. I won't be hurt or offended.

On a happier note, I purchased my tickets to attend the GOTR concert at The Mint, so I really hope that I can meet you next month.