Vulgar As Well As Crude

To the facts we often would allude Not only are you vulgar but so crude; (Also vain if you want to add that.) What you did thought was implicit To everyone else seemed to be illicit. Was obscene, absurd and ridiculous Language used completely ludicrous; Sure looked suspicious leaving scene; Left trail of blood from a ruptured spline. Philosophy often contained curiosity Face looked awful committing an atrocity; For hours and days did sit and stare At women with bodies that were bare. Poems he wrote were always incomplete Continually forgot to raise toilet seat Laughed so much and could not quit Left his mark by dribbling all over it. Left town and went on an expedition After breaking rules about prohibition Looked at oddly when orange hair observed; Avoid my miserable body drivers swerved. Appeared to be apparent us he loathed When his filth was seen all unclothed On arm wore image of Putin tattooed Everyone thought was vulgar and crude. We are starting to think that Trump is no laughing matter at all. Should clumsily slip and break stupid neck in shower stall. Jim Horn Woke up during night when I found this poem on my mind hanging around. Strange. It said that my poem was written on February 15th. It is the 16th here already in Bolivia, NC where I live. Oh, well.