Our President, five heads has he
And when he speaks, which mouth will be?
This is a thing we can’t foresee
Oh woe are we
Sometimes he wears a jester’s crown
And entertains while tearing down
By pushing policies unsound
Contempt unbound
A master of the deal, he claims
By conning people in his name
They buy, get nothing; such a shame
That is his game
He loves to rally with his base
Where he reveals his truest face
Where his detractors he’ll debase
In such disgrace
He lives in his reality
With little commonality
With factual actuality
He does not see
Surrounding him a mystery
Concerning recent history
Of Russia, our democracy
His role, what might it be?
2/22/17
I love both the poetry and the message.
well done!