Orange Face

Inspired by one witty Nate White, of Britain

I vote him in a year ago
Vainglory man with orange glow
We didn’t have another choice
The country spoke, a single voice

I hate him not, he is the boss
There’s way his power comes across
So much revealed as time goes
For us to find and him disclose

No class, no charm, no wit, but troll
No warmth at all in present role
No wisdom, honor, humor, grace
Insults dispatched when face-to-face

He can be nasty, don’t show soul
He bashes heads to reach one’s goal
Lack of nuance and spite don’t stop
Behaves like bull in china shop

Offensive, crass, with shallow scope
We pray and watch, while harbor hope
For better life and worldly peace
He's mostly driven by caprice

Not man of word, give and withdraw
Commits to Russia win the war
He shakes the world to see what comes
Yet some big plans are yielding crumbs

Ain’t no compassion, noble not
Aims cutting Middle Eastern knot
Amusing? No, this isn’t the case
Who are you, Mr. Orange Face?

August 30, 2025
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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