A Darker Place
There is no joy in this White House
Like presidencies of the past;
No gala spectacles we see,
Just angry Twitter blasts;
It seems that stars of lesser light
Sometimes will visit there,
But when sports champions show up
Trump feeds them fast-food fare;
The humor’s mean, the quips untrue,
Much hatred, and countless lies,
The Capitol's now a darker place,
What with its Russian ties.
Copyright © Jim Tidd | Year Posted 2019
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