Your Artistic Interpretations Regaled These Deux Mopic Eyes

(otherwise titled psalm to Amelie Beth by Matthew Scott, his genuine, gluten free and non GMO poetic non fake appreciative guise.) Ah, thee availed me reason to craft a poem with rhyme or reason, when I beheld unexpected email exemplifying Christmas season triptych most handily drawn pictures by southpaw sister to think on the other hand (right), would be synonymous with brother commiting treason... Tempting as such crime to oust Trump doth appeal worst scenario... an utter nightmare should commonweal constituting United States of America... blatantly, doggedly, ferociously... crushing democracy fragile ethereal frenziedly, maniacally, and unceremoniously grinding into powder art of the deal compliments those doughy two hundred forty three pounds with squishy feel bearing full force upon every square inch of each heal commanding, forcing, and torturing every American get down on knees and kneal until they simultaneously beg for mercy with ear splitting squeal. The ruthless "Fake" tyrant cackles, gurgles, issues glee as he doth reveal his starkly totalitarian, ultimately vindictive, wickedly surreal punishment to every man, woman and child for not winning 2020 election yule suffer where high crimes and misdemeanors during farcical impeachment trial miniscule compared to reign of terror he will violently unleash rip pull sieve tides substituting himself as top dog thus, he forcefully usurps permanent dictatorial rule... Other than the above dystopian fear your brother eagerly awaits the new year maybe joining activist group (maximizing) plank - scare ring up said apocalyptic near possibility, cuz Trump equals sore loser (methinks that an understatement) nonetheless, what I write might seem far fetched hear say (grim heresy), yet... look no further, he doth plainly appear as anti-semitic, bombastic, cataleptic, demonic, egocentric, graphic, horrific, misogynistic... HAPPY NEW YEAR!