Where Do We Go From Here

Talk to me you losers, am I being sent to Coventry, I need more adulation, lip service on tap, so damn hungry, Living off my work, lap dogs you bite the hand that feeds, I want my daily dose, of granulated egotistic seed, O please talk to me, your silence is a torment, Like dying slowly in my quick drying cement, All alone on my own, got a signal on the phone, Ring you bastards of mute, Why me I should’ve known, Under the train I’ve been thrown, In bits on the tracks, left dead amongst stones, Well it’s just not good enough, I’ll buy new friends Sick of you anyway, was all just pretend, Yes I’ve got money just gonna spend, spend, spend, Always cheers me up, I’d highly recommend, Now sycophants are knocking on my door, Lick that crap off my boots, cheap little whores, Dance you swine, while I scratch my golf balls, Ha ha this is great, better than any phone calls, So now take that, imaginary no good chicken feed, I’m a man, of influence, my heart doesn’t bleed, What’s that I hear, your loaded, but have no real power, Hmm quite true, I do live in an ivory tower. Fed up again, would be better if I was king, Could control the hoard, carry much more sting, A whole empire below me, quaking in their boots, Unlimited peasants to harass, guaranteed salutes, No matter how thick the mud, it would never stick, The almighty grandiose, mayor of slick, What the, don’t ring me now, damn my poem is stumped, Anyway I became POTUS the name is Donald Trump. By David Kavanagh POTUS = Person Of Totally Unfiltered Smug If Joe Biden is our only hope, Where do we go from here.