In Self Pity

In Self Pity

In self pity Trump had himself drowned;
Loved hearing approval that loudly did sound,
Bringing all the people to their many feet
And now they no longer sat in a soft seat
While both feet still remained on the ground.

It is best when your feet are on the ground
while sitting and also standing. Laying down
does make it a lot more difficult.

Jim Horn
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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