The trump-er grown loud in palsied anger
defeaned himself to the mad deranger
While…
One penless poet in an inkwell stared
down letter-less pages of his dreams bared
For…
The world’s gone bonkers at last I tell you
rightside up is sideways blowing up truth
As…
When growing rich means exploding idols
and viscous real estate steals upturn skulls
So…
Time then once and for all to scrap the deal
that fear-stuffed progress regressives pig squeal.
End.
Hate.
Coda:
In the gaze of the other 
