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 attention
is a child throwing a tantrum
in the middle of the grocery store.
He just can't get enough

of the crowd's roar.

 

Twitter attacks wrathful as a
volcano eruption. He declares
war on the press,

on rivals

on the truth

on Venezuelan fisherman

on comedians

on those who seek

to hold him accountable

on everyone with

different views.

 

His sloth is dressed as showmanship
recycles rally speeches

doesn't read briefings or
the Executive Orders

where he scribbles his name

like pubic hair.

 

His rule is a butcher’s blade-

cages for kids, tear gas for votes

decisions that kill

like his Big Ugly Bill.

 

God’s list burns: evil plots,
bloodied hands, a lying tongue.
He sowed discord, mocked the poor

built walls, buried hope.

Now, no prize, no crown.
Just a loud man, begging
Teflon Don finally reaps what he has sown.

Heaven doesn’t haggle with frauds.
A life of sin, a circus of ego-
Trump, the fool, screams at eternity.