False Narratives

Within the walls of a house so white I watch the antics of a pompous blight As I struggle to survive this storm so bitter I'm mocked by a simple man on twitter My health, my home, and any sustainable need Are lost in rhetoric that fails to succeed How someone can claim to "love the poor" While sheltered behind a golden door Is bombast I cannot ignore A quality I must deplore When a whopper is served as the "best chocolate cake" And bellies are full of all that is fake What will the Orange Gang bake When there is nothing left to take And in the future if I can still vote Will I need permission by note?