Seven Deadly Sins
His fists pound at the Pearly Gates. He waves a phantom Nobel a shiny bribe for God as if salvation’s a Mar-a-Lago deal. He demands Saint Peter give him the key. He thinks heaven owes him a suite. He brags of deals, wars, greatness but God’s not impressed by golf scores or clout. His sins, seven anchors, drag him low a stench rises from his soul. Pride put his face in every government building and covered the White House in gold. He carved himself as king dared call it divine right. Greed's vulture eats at his heart the Grifter in Chief sells his name on everything from Bibles to guitars a golden calf's claim. His lusts after his own daughter. His locker room talk boasts that he "moves on women like a bitch" and grabs them with his tiny hands. He betrayed three wives before he betrayed every woman in the United States with the overturn of Roe vs Wade. He insults those who outshine him claws at their light like Lucifer's Spite. His gluttony for a...