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.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2020
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