Poems For Trump Number 29 Suddenly

Suddenly! Suddenly when brushing my teeth walking the dog, bending down to pick up trash, it hits me all over again, "He's! the President." It sneaks up on me sometimes when dozing, or gazing lazily out the window, buttering toast, tying laces, "He's! the President." At moments of stillness warmth & some supposed secure sweet sweet happiness, I'll be jolted right back, like on a bunjee-cord kinda ... pulled right back to that awful, truly awful realization, "Good God! He's! the President!"