Incited to rage when his henchmen strayed
Voters ignored his plea to succeed
So he growled and howled
And still tried to lead
The desperate, evil, racist brigade
Egged on by himself,
The orange grenade
This ogre, this reptile, this stain in our eye
Promoted a huge election lie
Designed to retain him
Designed to en-reign him
Designed to make him the king we denied
Witnessing horror abroad on tv
I’m counting our blessings that we removed he
who will not be named
Day Five asked us to write about a mythical creature doing something unusual. I wish this creature was mythical, and hope he fades away to nothing more than a smudge on our democratic republic.
Ugly Orange Creeper still got you going, huh . . .
Yes he was/is a weak-willed, lily-livered catalyst for poetic creation all around.
This is a MOOD.