DM Babbit Poet Blitz

Trumpeting Out Loud

IT's a pandemic you twit
 your decisions should be in the thick of it,
but alas,
 you barely fill the glass
 only proving my first thought as you pass
what an a...

Being presidential
 must be circumstantial
and every word you utter
 slips into confusion poorly buttered
 unkind and harsh in the gutter
go to the course and putter.

Shine your horns
 if only you could be a beacon in the storm
yet your present id is ever diminished
 by yourself trumpeting endless and unfinished
 causing every word heard to be felt with grimace
blow the trumpets, beat the drums and leave us.

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Gershon Wolf May 3, 2020 at 8:55 PM Yeah. Really disappointing, his lack of vision, lack of leadership, and constant whining --- in addition to his normal lack of self-control and incredible arrogance. Oh, well. You're spot on, D.M. :) gw

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart May 1, 2020 at 10:34 AM Oh yes. Powerfully penned! One dismayed Cunuck here, who loves your Inu! ;), xomo